Wolf Vampire Romane & Geschichten

Avalea Aldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.

’ I tell him. When I approach her, she lets out a soft whimper before leaping towards me. I swiftly catch her in my arms, feeling her grip tighten around my neck as she begins to suck on it. It takes me a moment to realize that she is marking me and whispers “Mate”, leaving her scent on me without my initial awareness. It's important to note that wolves don't suck blood during mating; instead, they bite. Not only that, but it suddenly dawns on me that she must be part vampire, which explains why she has always worn sunglasses and stood out from the crowd.

A wolf with dark grey fur growled at the vampires who standing before the little girl. He put his front paws on the ground and leapt at him. The wolf managed to knock the vampire to the ground. Not wanting to waste an opportunity the wolf immediately sank its sharp fangs into the vampire's neck to separate him from his body.

“Say it.” “Say what?” he asked, still trying to come to terms with her accusations. Anger still edged her voice. “You came here with more bad news didn’t you?” Lochlan straightened. “There is one pack.” “Werewolf or vampire?” “Werewolf. As I told you already, werewolves don’t run informal packs. Vampires create massive colonies they call hives where they live together, but werewolves are more nomads.” Lochlan stepped closer to the desk. “The biggest pack of werewolves belongs to Sven.”

Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding. Jacob, on the other hand, had taken a different path. His dark hair and brooding demeanor often led others to underestimate him. But beneath that exterior lay a heart filled with loyalty and courage. It was during one of his solitary excursions into the woods that he encountered Lyra, a fierce and independent werewolf. Their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions, igniting a spark that neither had anticipated. The bond between a vampire and a werewolf was a rarity, fraught with challenges, yet their connection was undeniable. Jacob found himself torn between the expectations of his lineage and t

Alpha Altan, ignoring Vladimir's words, looked at Zeta Eli in surprise at his question because, as far as he could remember, he hadn't mentioned it in front of anyone. Howl Wolf Vladimir has black hair and hazel brown eyes. His eyes are the most striking feature: golden irises, flecks of hazel brown embedded in his pupils. His nose is also very prominent, as are his chin and jawline - His wolf persona was a gift to him from the Goddess. "Your body smells like a vampire," he said, pouring some green-colored liquid into a bowl which the Alpha Altan finished in one breath. Today, I feel very strange about that dickhead," Alpha Altan said as he placed the cup back on the table.

Raven murmured in confusion. "I'm just as confused as you, Raven. It's impossible for her to be a vampire and a werewolf, right?" "It's possible, because she's a Vamwolf," Lucian said from behind us. The door was open, so he helped himself in. "A Vamwolf?" Raven and I asked at the same time. His eyes flicked to Aria before he nodded his head. "Yes, she's a Vamwolf—a mixture of a vampire and a werewolf," he said.

“Do you know about a certain wolf who single-handedly killed my soldiers?” As Vlad said Frank widens his eyes slightly...“No, but it’s normal for inexperienced vampires to die at the hands of a wolf!” “They were part of a category specialized in combat and there were ten of them! It’s not your servant's fault by any chance?” “Impossible, we don’t attack vampires, we work with them, but if you tell me what this wolf was like, I can tell you right now if he’s one of my men!” “It’s a female, with a black coat and eyes as red as blood!”

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.