Young Adult Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

With everything that happened right after my birthday, it was like time stood still in some ways, but passed by in a flash in others. Young werewolves are called pups and they become full adult wolves when they shift for the first time on their 17th birthday. Since I wasn’t exactly sure how old I was, I had no clue when that might happen. I felt as if it would be any day now. I knew so little about myself really, since my parents were killed in an attack when I was just a few weeks past my eighth birthday. Once orphaned, I was taken in by Alpha Gunner from a neighboring pack, Blood Claw. The Alpha had a son, who was around a year younger than me. In exchange for taking me in, I was forced to

The smallest pack had come about because the daughter and son of the two larger packs had been mates and had started their own pack rather than merge the two into one. I had noticed it before, but most of the werewolves were either old or as young as I was. There was the odd middle-aged couple, but they were far and few between. I wondered why. Had the other pack killed most of the fighting-aged adults? I hoped that wasn’t the case at all. It was hard enough worrying about Hunters, let alone fearing from other packs. Everyone was waiting patiently for me to speak and after realising I had been standing there, somewhat gawking, I cleared my throat.

"I guess I should tell you how my life was before I came here." "I thought I was their real son. They never told me I was a werewolf. I knew they were vampires but I always thought I was a late vampire. When my 16th birthday came along, I turned into my wolf, Gage. They told me about you guys. They told me how you didn't want to leave me. They even told me about Uncle Parker."

You think I forgot how you tried to get me into trouble? I could not help the tiny whimper that escaped my lips; the cruelty in his dark eyes sent shivers down my spine. They were full of hate for me, and he had held this grudge for fourteen years; he still blamed that innocent, tiny four-year-old child. Werewolves don't age like humans; they reach maturity when they hit puberty and become full adults when they are eighteen. That is where the similarities end. Werewolves stop ageing, or at least their physical appearance does, when they reach their twenties. As their life expectancy is so much longer than a human's, they look younger for a longer period. So Reuben and the twins were, in real

It was the first time, in all my years in the werewolf world, that I completely broke. But the Witch's eyes held nothing but helplessness. She gently pried my hands away and led me into a small, dim room. In the center sat a grimoire. Its pages recorded the coming fall of my pack. "I can't help you." The light in my eyes died. "Why?" "Even if I save you now, the next crisis will be worse. More death. More destruction. This isn't fate — it's a curse." I didn't understand. We had won. We had beaten fate. Why was this happening?

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked

Lila looked up from the cash register, her eyes widening when she saw the book in my hands. "That's an old one," she said, her voice low. "Most folks don't even know it's here." "What's it about?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "Werewolves," she said, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "The werewolf legends of the city." I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. "You don't say?" "It's not just stories," she said, leaning in closer. "Some say it's based on real events."

Even though I haven't had the chance to explore the pack house which is as big as this castle, but I know where Alex's study is located one floor above my room. If Alex doesn't want to save Evelyn, then I will do it myself, I thought as I climbed the stairs one by one. Unlike usual, today this place felt even quieter. This packhouse is inhabited by young werewolves aged 19-25 years who do not have a mate. I once asked Alex why they had to gather in one place. He said that young werewolves must undergo very intense physical training to control their strength and temper their arrogant emotions. Alex himself followed him for 2 years during high school, but he didn't live permanently in the pack

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Title: My three helpers tells of a young girl who was Rejected by her whole pack members, only for three men to come and make her the queen of whole Lycans and wolf. ******** Chapter 1- The outcast Crystal POV I kept my head down, fingers numb as they dug into the cold, damp earth surface of the soil. The weeds had grown thick around the base of the packhouse, making my task harder than it needed to be at a usual time, but I didn’t mind at all.