Young Adult Werewolf Novels & Stories

There's not enough sympathy that floods into everyone to take someone else’s child in. And to top my miserable life all together, Every werewolf’s first shift is between the ages of sixteen and seventeen, and that’s when they get their wolf. And give their wolf a name. It is a beautiful moment, which I have yearned for. But I am nineteen, and I feel hopeless. Dead on the inside. I haven't shifted once, like the others. Why am I different? “Screw this; I hate having nothing to wear." scowls Blythe. And, believe me, her closet is overflowing with lovely gowns.

He stretched his hand towards them with full force and commanded "I order you to stop!" He yelled and he heard a familiar voice say. "And I order you to continue till his werewolf is out!" He turned to see Ash staring right at him. Of course it wasn't Ash's fault, he is only trying to help. Nineteen years old, as a beta he is supposed to be able to shift into his werewolf form at the age of eighteen but he still hasn't and this bothers Ash so much. Ash is only trying to awaken his werewolf but the battle was getting really serious and too intense for the young beta to handle.

I have two young werewolf babies walking around a pack of potential mates. “With Alpha werewolves like Leon and me, we can sense our mate before we turn 18. And if our mate isn’t 18 and we are over 18 it is a stronger feeling. But the age to be mated and marked between someone under 18 and someone over 18 is prohibited. It’s against the law. Werewolf law, and human law.” He reassures me.

Therefore if she saw that there was a werewolf she can instantly get to its place and killed it. She gets the two images of her and his uncle beside the bookshelves. It was Accalia when she was thirteen years old and now that she was twenty-seven years of age. A big change happened to her life but she was glad that her uncle was always there for her. Now that she was looking at the image of her uncle, she notice that he didn't change that much. His appearance is just the same, he still looks young. She wonders around again and her eyes were locked when she saw a mark on a day on an old calendar... It was the first time where she killed a werewolf.

Vienna taunted me. Yup, I also learnt a lot of things about this pack, or should I say werewolves character, I learnt that everyone loved sex. It's in the werewolf nature. It is very common among them. The majority of werewolves lose their virginity when they turn sixteen, three years after their first shift. The puberty age. So yeah, It's nearly embarrassing to admit I am a virgin in the society as a full-grown wolf of eighteen years old. Especially when everyone sees it as nothing. Nikki glared at her

. ." she paused and I interrupted, "so your dad is an alpha?" I asked not sure how this all works. Jerica and her mother almost laughed but shook her head no. "I could see why you would think that but no my dad is the Beta. Kind of like second in command. Our Alpha wolf is Trevor." she said. Then it clicked. At the club the people there kept calling him Alpha and then again at the ski lodge. That was not a nick name that was who he is. "Are you serious?" I asked. They nodded. I could no longer hold it in I burst into a fit of nervous laughter, immediately beginning to feel tears run down my cheeks and after a moment Jerica and her mother laughed with me. We laughed for several minutes befor

My heart was trying to make its way out of my chest and I was blushing for whatever reason my body saw fit. I wondered if Alex’s parents approved of his ways… Although in the werewolf community maturity age was sixteen, and thus matings and everything was allowed from the age of sixteen, that was only because coming into one’s wolf occurred at sixteen. But I had no wolf to speak of. Would Alex’s parents approve of whatever he and I had?

I lean my back heavier against his chest and try to take a deep breath, but it comes out ragged. The hard lump in my throat tries to make its way to my eyes. I swallow it back. I refuse to cry. Not in front of my boyfriend. Not in front of anyone, really. We’ve been dating for two perfect years, but we might have to cut it off soon. Both of our families come from packs with ancient bloodlines of werewolves. That means our wolves wake up when we turn seventeen instead of eighteen like packs with younger bloodlines. After tomorrow, by werewolf law, we’re both going to be adults.

He takes a bite out of his cookie. I rock my head slowly, “isn't that beautiful? What age does one become of age in the werewolf world?” Becoming of age is equivalent to turning the right age to phase, and find your mate. The witch world is 16, if I'm correct since Raine is yet to be 17. “17.” “And you've been searching for your mate since then?”

Luna added more food and felt full. Luna was a young werewolf, approximately eighteen years of age. She had a petite body with long brown hair falling down her back. She had brilliant green eyes that glistened in the moonlight. She was young but passed through humiliating life, leaving a bad experience. She adapted to living life cautiously with suspicions. She didn’t trust anyone and it was hard to accept people’s treatment without caution