Young 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

WEREWOLF A werewolf or lycanthrope is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or a therianthropic hybrid wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction. -Wikipedia Werewolf usually lives in packs. The pack will be organized by some wolves that are stronger or have more superior abilities than the others. There will be Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Hunter, Sentinel, Elder, Scout, Guardian, Omega, and Pup. But, in this story, not all of the wolf rank will be mentioned.

I feel the impact of every blow and kick they rained on me more than I would have felt if I had gotten my wolf. I'm not a normal werewolf you see. I'm a very late bloomer. Normally, the shifting age for werewolves is fifteen years. Sixteen for late bloomers. When I didn't shift at even seventeen years, I became the omega freak who is the butt of every joke. The stress reliever for every frustrated and the punching bag for every aggressive pack member, most especially those that called themselves my family.

SIERRA’S POV “Are you ready for your birthday?” I took a glance at my friend, Shelly, who was more excited than I was. My eighteenth birthday will be held in 2 days' time. And I am a bit nervous about what will happen that time. I will shift to a werewolf form and I will be able to meet my wolf. That time also, I might be able to meet my mate. In which I hope there will be Asher, my boyfriend of two years already. He is my first love, and, of course, he is the Alpha’s son, and me, Sierra Marie Finnegan, the Beta’s only daughter. Since it was obvious that Asher and I had a romantic relationship, everyone was expecting that we would be mates. Everyone believes that we are perfect future leader

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.

“I'll answer that later. First, you tell me, how old are you now?” “I'm nineteen years old.” I answered his sudden question. “Hmm… It means, you are not to be a werewolf. You are a lycanthrope, born with werewolf's blood running in your veins. And you are not late. Lycanthropes awaken their beasts around twentieth to twenty-secondth of their age. You will awaken your lycanthrope real soon.” My jaw fell on my lap as I heard the details.

"Miss Emily, your fate is bound to greatness." The tribe's elder witch spoke, her voice like cracking ice, her cloudy eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. "You were born with a sacred gift—the rare ability to bear powerful, pureblood wolf pups." Her prophecy spread like wildfire the moment I entered the world, echoing far beyond our tribe, rippling across the entire North American continent. As I neared adulthood, werewolves from every pack came to court me, each hoping to mate with the legendary she-wolf who could grant them a bloodline of unmatched strength. Among them, Leon of the Silvermoon Pack emerged victorious. Ruthless, powerful, and backed by the might of his clan, he claime

It was obvious that he wasn’t in a good mood, war was looming around the corner and he didn’t even know anything about the people that were threatening to attack. Herrick adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat and began. “Good day ladies and gentlemen,” he started and paused a little bit for the audience to respond. “The White Wolf is more than just a myth. Infact, it’s not a myth at all, it is very very real. They are a rare breed of werewolf, born with unmatched strength and abilities. Their power is said to rival even the strongest alphas in the werewolf world.” He paused for a few seconds again and allowed what he had just passed across to really digest into the audience.

The younger Werewolves see how the higher classes live at much closer quarters on a daily basis. And the fight has gone out of the older generation. Alpha Tam, our alpha, belongs to the older generation. There is an obvious split between the older and the younger generations. Despite the current divide within the pack, if any member of my pack so much as gets a whiff that I’m sheltering the princess, I’ll be banished. And what is a werewolf without his pack? Banishment is the worst thing that can happen to a pack animal. It is worse than death for a Werewolf. When a Werewolf is forced to give up his pack and live alone, he gradually devolves until he’s more beast than man. He turns into a de

The creature was unlike anything Cruella had ever seen all the days of her life around the pack. It wasn’t a typical werewolf, but something twisted, something darker and Stronger. Its fur was a sickly shade of gray, matted and filthy, and its eyes glowed with an unnatural yellow light. The creature’s fangs gleamed in the moonlight, longer and sharper than any wolf’s she had ever seen, and its claws were stained with the blood of something long dead. Liam’s eyes narrowed, the familiar fire of the Alpha flashing in them. “You’re not welcome here, Raze.”