Wyatt Werewolf Novels & Stories

"What?" I whispered sharply. Alex who was just about to eat his roast chicken looked up at Balthazar with his dark, furious expression. Balthazar stared at me, his gray eyes as if warning me to be careful with my speech. "It looks like the werewolves from the Yellowstone Pack caught Dimitri.?

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

Her companions, graceful and solemn, nodded in agreement, their faces alight with a serene happiness. A werewolf, Dylan large and imposing with fur matted with the grime of combat, threw back his head and howled. It was a sound of victory, of liberation, that resonated deeply in the hearts of all present. His pack joined in, their voices harmonizing in a primal anthem that spoke of endurance and triumph.

His snarling roar was interrupted by the front door opening. “Alpha, Luna, is everything—“ Wyatt stopped in his tracks as he came into the living room, seeing his boss and friend transformed into a rabid beast and ruining his own home. “Mira?!” Wyatt shouted, bringing his hands up in the air as if they alone could defend us. “I’m here,” I said in a desperate whisper. Following the sound of my voice, Wyatt took careful steps in my direction. The wolf stayed in the center of the room, regarding this intruder with curiosity and disdain. Maybe he recognized the Beta or his scent, and was feeling conflicted about attacking.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

Nina,short for Nicolina just turned eighteen in the month of the full moon.Although,considering the fact that she'd get to finally see her wolf form and get to know her mate,she wasn't happy. The vampires and werewolves lived together in harmony ages past until a werewolf and a vampire violated the code and everything was ruined. They were at serious war that not only claimed the lives of many of them but that of Nina's mother also-the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack,her father being the Alpha.

Wyatt begins to say, “you’ve been following her like a lovesick pup. Where’s your pride?” Dylan, Xavier, and Leandre growl. “That’s the future Alpha you are talking to. Watch your tone, young man,” Dylan warns. Xavier defends Leandre by saying, “You don’t have your mate yet. You won’t understand.” “That’s rich coming from another mate-less wolf,” Wyatt grumbles before putting a spoonful of lasagna bits into his mouth. “I just noticed it though. Leandre, you got yourself in trouble, didn’t you? Just for you to come here early today?”

For the past seven days, Hazel immersed herself in the excitement of her new adventurous job. Meanwhile, Wyatt delved into uncovering intriguing details about a hidden enemy. An unknown entity had conducted experiments on werewolves by introducing vampire blood into their system. This resulted in a significant slowdown of their healing powers. Despite postmortem examinations on four bodies, Wyatt's pack remained puzzled about how to trigger the werewolves' healing abilities and, more importantly, the identity and motives behind this mysterious manipulation. As Wyatt engaged in his routine morning business meeting, his thoughts were consumed by the upcoming discussion with Beta Aidan.

Wyatt took a deep breath and paused. “Family? You are related to them?” Nora’s eyes wide opened. “Are you a wolf too?” She was shocked but at the same time excited to know that she was dating a wolf. “I am actually born to a human male and She-wolf. I am Ernest’s distant nephew,” Wyatt explained. “So, can you also turn into a wolf-like them?” She asked with sparkling eyes and also with great expectation. “Unfortunately, no. I can’t! I took after my father and was born as a normal human. So, I don’t have such traits. I am sorry to disappoint you,” Wyatt caressed her face and said.

Mary waved a hand and turned to enter the house. The five remaining warlocks of the Wyatt clan knew that with their ridiculously limited number, they didn’t stand a chance against the Stanwood Pack and their Ojah freak. Their strategy, therefore, had been to recruit rogues and witches to help them fight. Rogues were werewolves with no packs. They were usually broken from customary behavior and killed indiscriminately and heedlessly.