Ancient Werewolf Novels & Stories

The werewolf king greeted and motioned between him and the rogue king. "Well, I am here to ask you both for your army. My daughter, Derric, and I have decided to start a war against the vampire king. It is time for them to stop disrespecting me, and their mates." "I have been waiting a long time for this. The vampire king has taken away one of my people's mates by making him marry the princess. " Everyone is looking at me after I growled at King Brandon. "Sorry for the disrespect, King Brandon. The princess is my mate. I just don't like anyone talking about her like that." I apologize and bow down.

I pressed my thumb against the glass, the last embers of my Royal magic unlocking the deepest, most heavily restricted tiers of the archive. I need to perform a search using the glowing blue keyboard after I start entering these commands. "Lycan Imperium. Bone-armor. General Kael. Old World evolution." The screen displayed ancient text lines and anatomical diagrams which moved across its surface. My auditor brain processed the information while it examined the buried historical records from multiple centuries. The Moonfall Kings had exiled the vampires because they wanted to keep people from knowing the truth about our species. The archives showed that the current werewolf species descended

Victoria grew into a child stronger than anyone could have imagined. Her wolf was not just powerful, it was extraordinary. A majestic white-silver wolf, big and commanding, the very image of the Moon Goddess herself. According to ancient records, only one other wolf had ever borne that coloring: the Moon Goddess, before she ascended. She was the mother of all werewolves, the origin of their kind.

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

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.

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

Hmm, I was starting to like Daniel. "So, our first lesson is all about our origins," I looked at him and listened carefully to every word he said while taking notes in the small notebook he had given me earlier. "Werewolves or lycanthropes in Ancient Greek were made by the Goddess of the Moon, Selene. They were a group of people who could shape-shift into wolves." All I had thought was that werewolves were just a fragment of imagination, but they were real, especially now that I was living among them.

And from his lips, Raven learned of an ancient legend passed down only among the oldest wolf packs: the origin of werewolves. According to Elder Bernard, in ancient times, the ancestor of all werewolves was the Wolf King, a supreme being who once ruled over all packs across the world. So moved by his greatness and strength, the Moon Goddess granted him the ability to shift into human form, giving birth to the werewolf race. All werewolves, regardless of rank or lineage, carry a trace of the Wolf King's blood. But over time, that bloodline has thinned, leaving behind only faint remnants.

Fenna smiled at him and scraped her throat, “Because Lola is here for the first time, I would like to tell the story of Agnitus it is one of my personal favorites.” The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained do

Junior asked me curiously. I gazed at him knowing if I should tell the truth I would be in danger. He and everyone would think I'm a witch and I would be burned alive. Bazaar believes werewolves were caused by witches somehow awakening a very dark vicious animal spirit to take over man's soul that's why a werewolf is able to shift within a human form. He believes that the evil spirits had managed to create more creatures like him in populating the world just like us humans and other animals. "You should be happy I fought hard to escape because I could have died!" I shouted at him hiding the truth that it was the blood-eye wolf who had saved me.