Ancient Werewolf Novels & Stories

"...but tell me, what do your precious tablets and scrolls say about them? Werewolves. Were they all really monsters like we used to play when we were younger, or were they once something more?" At this, the laughter finally subsided, as he leaned forward, his grey eyes still glinting mischief in the quiet. With the silent and intelligent fire he always carried when lore was asked of him. This was among his favourite knowledge areas. "That depends on which texts or scrolls you ask. Some of the oldest clay tablets describe them as types of guardians — hunters bred purely to cull what we still have some myths of... known by the texts. You know them, called the Dark Ones? There was a blood pact

She is beaming with pride. She is very prepared for our arrival. She has some of Mary’s cookies and tea waiting in a sitting room. She is set up for a full presentation on the projector. Once we are all settled she goes through everything she has prepared. “There are records that the first werewolf was from around 600 BC in Greece. There are stories of the Moon Goddess falling in love with a wolf who serenaded her at night with howling songs. They fell in love and she grants him the gift of turning into a human so they can be together when she comes to the human realm in mortal form. When his pack comes under attack from shadow demons one night, his eight bravest fighters who battle alongsid

Daniel scrolled up the screen. “It says they originated from a greek man named Lycaon.” Daniel said. “ He was one of the priests that served Zeus, the greek god. Lycaon was known to carry a pet wolf during sacrifices to the gods and he was known to be a very powerful priest and the second highest person in power next to the king. Unfortunately, he wanted more. He wanted to rule the entire Greece and he planned on assassinating the king. Unfortunately for him, Zeus saw the darkness in his heart and cursed him. A curse that merged his soul with that of his pet wolf, therefore the first werewolf was born. Zeus however made the curse more bearable for his descendants as they were only allowed to

“The Northern Council was a disease, Seraphina, but the Southern Council is the cure that kills the patient. They are fanatics. And in their desperation to maintain control, they have committed the ultimate heresy.” He took a slow breath. “They have awakened the Ancient Wolf.” A chill settled over the room. “Who is the Ancient Wolf?” I asked, my hand moving to clutch the black wolf pendant beside the Heart of the Wolf. My mother answered, her voice trembling. “He was the first, Seraphina. Before packs, before alphas, there was only him. Created by the gods to guard the forests, but he was too powerful, too cruel. He devoured whole villages in his madness — wolf and human alike. The gods real

The elders, their fur grizzled and eyes reflective with the wisdom of countless moonlit nights, gathered in a sacred clearing where ancestral tales were etched into the very soil they tread. As the echoes of the prophecy reached the werewolf pack, a hushed murmur rolled through the assembled wolves, a ripple of unease that traveled through their furred ranks. Memories of a bygone era, a time when a werewolf heir had dared to love a vampire, resurfaced like ghosts from the past. The consequences had been dire, leading to a near-extinction of their pack.

Sol began his story as the sun began to sink behind the water. His soft voice could be heard in the cabin of the plane. "The Lupanar tribe is one of the ancient werewolf tribes. The results of my research say that the Lupanar existed at the same time as Ancient Egypt and Ancient Greece." "When the vampire era began." I said, mentioning one of our sworn enemies. Sol nodded. "Lupanar is believed to have received supernatural powers from supernatural beings in the past. Well, in the past, anything that smelled supernatural was very strong and had become a culture that was accepted by the community."

she looked extremely worried but I calmed her down and explained to her about my plans and the contract we signed, that seemed to ease her a bit but I could still sense worry. "I'm fine grandmother. I promise." she pulled me into a tight embrace and let me lie on her leg while she patted my hair and sang me an ancient wolf lullaby. Werewolves originated from a land now known as Sweden before they were chased out by Darius, so their acient lullabies are written in swedish, but only the old werewolves like my grandma could translate it. "Grandma, remind me the meaning of the lullaby " I asked.

good thing the ancient wolves had cremated their dead as imagine the shock of the humans who discovered this place in 1898 if they had excavated a full werewolf skeleton. The funny thing about history was the way historic events were interpreted and shaped by modern human thinking. Many years ago while researching her personal family history, Annie realised that werewolves had not always been hidden from the human world. She had read many old documents where it was clear that the author was describing her kind and they lived side by side with humans. She knew that the land the Lunar Meadows Pack lived on was gifted to them by William the Conqueror for their military service during the Battl

One could never predict how the crazy ones would react. “There is a pack of werewolves on Boulder Mountain.” Her chin jutted stubbornly forward as she not only met, but held his gaze. “It’s a myth. A fantasy. A fairy tale told to our children.” “It is not. I know because I belong to that ancient pack.” “You are telling me that you are one of the Silver Wolves, the most ancient breed of werewolves, thought to have gone extinct about five hundred years ago?” “I am,” she said, squaring her shoulders and holding her head high.

"But why not? It will scare the shit into them to help us, won't it?" "I am afraid they shall try to kill you then. Many years ago, there was a group of eager Ancients that took it upon themselves to rid the world of werewolves; they were close to pushing them to the brink of extinction." "What makes you think that it is not the wolves that have created the poison?" "My dear, you did see how stupid they were last time? I highly doubt they can even find their asses in a dark room." "Sebastion! And I do need to ask, have any of these wolves been a lover?"