Young Adult Werewolf Novels & Stories

he shouted, his voice laced with annoyance. I was wondering what he meant by that, and I slammed my hand on my head when I remembered. I had forgotten what today was. Today was the traditional age ceremony, and it had escaped my mind. In my pack, the Alpha organizes this ceremony every year for every member of the pack who is over the age of 18. It is a party to welcome the wolf into adulthood. In our werewolf community, it is a tradition for every young werewolf to witness their first transformation into their wolf form between the ages of thirteen and sixteen.

She talked to me and told me how much she wanted to be with our mate. I told my aunt about it, but she told me to be careful and not reveal it to anyone. She believes I am unique since no other werewolf shifted at such a young age. Werewolves often change at the age of 16. The Blood Moon Pack's Alpha, who shifted at the age of 13, was the first to be known as the youngest shifter.

He didn't hear this part of the plan. “You've heard right, Alpha," Panton said. “You are in your late twenties and without a mate. By law of our pack, the elders can choose a mate for you." He grinned. “Our guests can come out now." A werewolf in his late 40s to early 50s stepped from the shadows. He was followed by a she-wolf around his age, then a younger one around Athena's age.

I am halfway through with my dinner when my father clears his throat to get our attention. "Ethan," he called, making me out down my cutlery and giving me my full attention. "How is it going about finding your mate?" 'My guess was right.' I thought in my head. "I still haven't found her." At the age of 18, most werewolf have their first shift and find their mates. But mine is different in the sense that I had my first shift when I was sixteen and I have been looking for my mate ever since. I am thirty-two years of age and most pack members believe that my mate is already dead.

“That’s a crime!” “I can assure you, younger than sixteen will be taken as a crime.” He said to me, while thinking that I would be calm as f*ck, but it is not. Who am I talking to here? He cleared his throat and tried to smile, “Umm… Yes, it is still young. I am sorry, we don’t know any difference. It is the old way of the Were clan, especially the werewolf pack.” “But tell me, you’re already left this hideous way. I mean, at least wait until they are more mature.” I practically begging him, and he just scratches his head, just doesn’t like this response from him. “No, you’re not…”

A smile came to his face and he slowly nodded his head. Alpha Prince Reyes Thorold, black wolf of the Nightshade pack was the dream of most girls in Nyxoria. He was perfect to a fault, cold and many knew him to be ruthless but this change only came after he had turned eighteen, the age of maturity for every werewolf and truly, the time when ones true self showed.

"Besides, being noticed by them…it isn't exactly a good thing." Nora's eyes sparkled as she listened to my argument. "Oh, come on," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "Aren't you coming of age this winter? One of them could be your fated mate." I let out a sigh. Coming of age was a complicated issue, at least for me. Being a member of the pack, it was customary for all werewolves to participate in the First Shift Ceremony, regardless of status. This ceremony marked a milestone in a teenager's life: their first transformation into a wolf. If they were fortunate, some werewolves would discover their mate as soon as they turned eighteen. They could feel a connection forming with their f

I woke up and sat on my bed as I stretched my arms widely. I smiled. Today is my 18th birthday. I wanted to celebrate this day with Alpha Henderson, and I am so excited to meet my wolf too—because during their 18th birthday, the werewolves usher in their wolves. And now that I think of it, I just remembered that today is the Annual Coming-of-Age Ceremony, where the pack celebrates the 18-year-old werewolves who are coming of age, like me. I sighed. Alpha Henderson was surely busy preparing for the annual event.

"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."

His thumb caressed her delicate hand as he tried to figure out where to start. “Like you, I'm immortal. Hellhounds don't age like werewolves. We are young for a long time. A 20-year-old werewolf is an adult and ready to become an Alpha of his pack, but a 20-year-old hellhound is equivalent to a 10-year-old. We're small, and our brain isn't fully developed yet, just like a 10-year-old here. That's how old I was when I was kicked out of hell.