Young Werewolf Novels & Stories

"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?"

He is unable to find a pack of wolves to accept him on time, which causes him to go half crazed. He is eighteen years old, the youngest of the group. He has curly black hair and green eyes, is of average height and average build. He is a lycanthrope, a werewolf subclass. His abilities include; Speed, regeneration, superhuman strength and an advanced sense of smell. He possesses one special ability, the ability to glimpse into the future through dreams, this ability is however uncontrollable

They were confident and composed, while I was a jittery mess, trying to remember everything I had learned in the past few days. One girl was asked, "Who was the first werewolf to ever exist?" She answered, "Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, the king of Arcadia." Her answer was met with nods of approval from the council and the other competitors. Another girl was asked, "What are the three forms that werewolves can take?" She confidently answered, "The human form, the wolf form, and the hybrid form." The council nodded in agreement, and I could feel my stomach churning with nerves.

Giving up would only disappoint Lycia. Lyn felt the wound on her forehead. There was still a little blood flowing, but the wound didn't heal on its own. Lyn wiped Ruth's spit with her sleeve, then tried to stand up with one arm resting on the tree. Her body felt like it was about to be crushed and her wound is aching. Lyn still doesn't have her wolf. One more reason for people bullying her. A werewolf should at least have owned his wolf by the age of seventeen or eighteen. It could also be earlier than that, depending on their specialties.

What in the world was going on? When I glanced up, Derek was attempting to suppress an amused smile, asking, "How is this possible?" "Elizabeth, immunity to sickness and fast mending are only a few of the wolf's characteristics. There are others, but the most important one for you is that werewolves are somewhat immortal. Most individuals who decide to modify their appearance do so in their mid-twenties and remain that age for the rest of their life. Being a werewolf brought about some significant changes in your life because you were older. You could probably tell folks you bleached your hair, but there's no hiding the fact that you've shed a significant amount of weight and seem twenty yea

Yes, they provided me food but that doesn’t mean I should be grateful. Werewolves are enemies, they will always be. “Hunter,” said one of the werewolf guards and gave me a cup of water. I drank all of it and lean my head against the wall, thinking of what am I going to do right now. I still can’t believe that Alarick is the Alpha, he looks too young to be one, and based on my father’s stories, Alphas have beards. I embarrassed myself that day by not realizing that one of them is the Alpha.

But the most important of all, is the new message that his sister, Rylie, got. Rylie is a special case of a werewolf, with its special role of being an oracle. They’ve discovered about this when an 8 year old Rylie suddenly talked about having a dream of a creature which she can’t see, and its message that has been passed to Rylie. ‘The true bloodline shall prevail. 8 years from now, the throne will be back to its roots. And shall not be dethroned again by a stained blood line. ’

Not more than six months since they have enrolled in their new high school, things changed between the two best friends and they had a rocky friendship. One was a sarcastic and heartless teenager who thought basketball was an easy game to win. After all, he was the strongest of them all and there was no way he could lose in the game he was dominating. He had been consecutively winning on his own ever since he joined the basketball team. All of his opponents quit playing and all of his teammates could not keep up with his God-like speed. He was just too fast for them. His name was Chris Lukeman and he was the main Power Forward in the All-Star Academy's Basketball Team. He has the heavy-seed

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

Being a key collector had to be the hardest thing ever. "Hey, look!" Liana stopped walking and turned off her flashlight. "That's Dylan's cabin." Dylan Ineroy was one of the most desired young men in town. He was not rich but was hardworking and very handsome. He had a perfect body with well defined muscles that weren't huge. His rugged looks made every girl want to be with him although he did not seem to be into romance. Also, he was rarely seen which made him mysterious and that was a major point in his favour. Every girl wanted to be the one who finally changed his heart.