Young Adult Werewolf Novels & Stories

day. There have been a lot of remodeling in the castle over the past two hundred years. After the Council meeting the werewolves contacted family members from around the globe. They all were there within a week. The youngest werewolf warriors were no younger than eleven. The males practiced their fighting skills with each other and they used dummies to tear apart. The werewolves thought they had to win by killing all of the vampires. The werewolves start gaining their strength and ability to transform into their werewolf transformation. For the werewolves who were too young to fight would be looked after by the eldest werewolves. The eldest werewolves ranges from age forty-seven and up. Thi

Before he could even finish his statement, Yuna grabbed it and started to remove the paper, revealing a brown bun inside. "Save your swearing," She coldly spoke up without leaving her gaze from the muffin in her petite hand. Gladly, it looked normal and edible. She glanced down at the smiling young werewolf in front of her. As he was standing there, she was able to notice his decent feature. He was too delicate and small that he only reached her waistline. His eyes have tints of floral indigo, and according to his evident features, his age ranges from 8 to 12 years old.

She’d been able to comfortably live off of her parents’ savings, and since she had no other relatives, getting emancipated had been easy for her. She’d bounced around for a few years and completed her GED instead of waiting to finish high school. Nora worked as a photographer, something that she’d been doing since she was a teenager. She made her own money and moved around a lot. She’d settled on New York City recently though, and the subway was the closest he had ever gotten to her again. It was like she sensed something or someone was after her. But she didn’t know that he was supposed to find her. That they were supposed to be together. When he was growing up, the werewolves had come out

“It’s a campus. Technically, I should be a university student according to the werewolves. They have their own rules. A female werewolf is considered an adult at the age of 16, male ones at 19. They…” I stopped speaking, realising what I just did. I glanced at my aunt. It looked like she didn’t listen to what I said. A relief! Maybe the purgatory made her deaf to anything I shouldn’t know at this moment. “Aunt?” “Hm?” she looked at me, her eyes shining.

"I also saw Gabriel and a group of youngies." "Did you find all the answers you were seeking?" she asks. "No," I reply honestly. There's still a lot I need to know. "Who are youngies?" She sighs and stares at me. "Every werewolf was once a youngie." She takes my pinkie finger threads hers with it. "A youngie is a werewolf that has just attained his or her transformation powers. Just like you.""Everyone became a youngie at the age of eighteen?" She nods. "Zara told me they'll help me discover my powers. What does she mean?"

It just breaks my heart to see her like this. "Well, I am a Lycan, Chris and Nate are also Lycans as well. We are like you, but a little bigger.You, my little mate are what is called a werewolf shifter. To my knowledge, you are what we believe to be the very last of your kind." I hook my finger under her chin so I can look into her eyes, and slowlybrought my lips to hers. She gasped as soon as our lips touched with an explosion of sparks between us.

'Though I can't say I agree with my uncle, But I'm beginning to see why he was so obsessed with taking over everything that belonged to my dad including his woman, It kind of makes sense I'm not supporting him, that's my father I'm talking about' I had a good night's rest as I was ready to depart to the airport the next morning. I woke up earlier than usual, prepared my bags and everything I needed. I'm 18 years old, though in the human world this age is said to be an adult, but in our clan, You're still a child And it's even at this age you are actually sent to school, 12th grade to be precise. The only difference is that werewolves only attend human school for two years or more if we inten

Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it. I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight. Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notoriou

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

Just then my beta rushes in all excitedly, “Sir, we caught another rogue. We have him in the cells. I thought you should know.” “Wonderful,” I stand and head out with my beta. We walk into the cells and as soon as I see the rogue, I stopped short. He is so young. He has to at least be sixteen. As a werewolf, we get our wolves at fourteen but find our mates at seventeen. Some have at sixteen. But for a rogue to be as young as sixteen? That is unheard of. I walk up to him and grab his face making him look at me, “How old are you, boy?”