Ancient Werewolf Novels & Stories

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

she said, "you are the last of the Kyrexi, the son of the ancient ones. And you have a destiny to fulfill." Confusion and agitation reeled inside of me. A Kyrexi? Me? I had lived my entire life as a werewolf, and now suddenly I was something completely different? Arachne's smile broadened. "The ancient ones were all-powerful, magical beings," she said. "They were known to be the race of beings that had with them the powers of controlling elements and wielding magic. They were the rulers of this land and the werewolves their servants."

He chuckled dryly. "How old have you been?" I asked. "Isn't that a rude question?" He looked at me with an eyebrow raised. I stuttered but he laughed and waved it off, saying, "I was created just a little bit after the death of Julius Ceasar, ancient Rome." I gasped. "You've been alive since then?" "You make it sound awful," he said, smiling. "That was around the same time that the first werewolves showed up too. Lycans did not show up until much much later."

“No. I was born later, but we all know the story. If you’ll shut up and let me talk, I can finish telling it.” “Sorry,” I mumble. “The ancient ones settled here, four, five thousand years ago. If you go up into the mountains, you can still find the caves where they lived. The paintings they made. They fled here, trying to hide from werewolves hunting them down. “Then, one bright night, a brave hunter went out on the full moon looking for a wolf that killed his children, and he came across this strange bush with-” “With glowing flowers and-”

werewolf legend. According to the story of Lycaon, he was transformed into a wolf as a result of eating human flesh; a witness who was present at a periodic sacrifice on Mount Lycaon said he suffered a similar fate. Pliny the Elder said, quoting Euanthes (Historia Naturalis viii. 22/34. 81): that a man from the family of Anthus was selected by Lot and was taken to a lake in Arcadia, where he placed his clothes on a tree and swam across the lake. This resulted in his transformation into a wolf, and he wandered in this form for nine years. Then, if during this time he didn't attack any human, he would be free to swim back and return to his original form. The two stories are probably identical

They walked slowly as Sanna briefed her about the history of werewolves and it was just as it was told in Ovid's book of metamorphosis. "So the father of werewolves was actually human before he was transformed into a wolf man?" Maris' curiosity bubbled. "Actually, he was the king of Arcadia. Lycaon and his sons tried to trick Zeus into eating human flesh to show his weakness." Sanna's Auburn hair freely whirled around in the breeze and she rubbed down on it every once in a while. "Zeus found out, got angry and killed all three sons of Lycaon with a lightning bolt."

Alpha Ryan Damison Dakota, focus. I tell my wolf, as he wildly circles in my head. We both never liked interactions with humans and now I have to give a speech in a room full of low life humans. Sometimes being a Werewolf is a pain in the ass. Especially when your wolf is not an ordinary one but an Alpha. Werewolves are ancient old species, their existence is said to be thousands of years old, contemporary to Mesopotamia civilization, which is the oldest civilization of humans. Old folk stories say that our ancestors had insulted a god which cursed our bloodline to become halves like humans and another half like animals.

Some scholars believe the werewolf made its debut in The Epic of Gilgamesh, the oldest known Western prose, when Gilgamesh jilted a potential lover because she had turned her previous mate into a wolf. Werewolves made another early appearance in Greek mythology with the Legend of Lycaon. According to the legend, Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, angered the god Zeus when he served him a meal made from the remains of a sacrificed boy. As punishment, the enraged Zeus turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves.

A Fifth Great Pack called lapetus. That's just a folktale. There were only four Great Packs, lo, Callisto, Ganymede, and Europa. Jayden looks at me with a toothy grin. The Lycans are just an evolution of the Werewolves. There's not much of a difference between us and you, Alora. Avianna says nothing to dispute it and so I let that part of the conversation end there. Where did Werewolves come from? Jayden answers this one with enthusiasm. You've heard of the Cambrian Explosion, right? When life on Earth was born?

“So you want to catch him yourself? Why do we still need to pay you if you found the real thief?” “A thousand years ago, before your ancestors even decided to learn how to masturbate, there was a war,” he explained, pouring himself another glass. “Between the werewolves and the mundanes.” “Storytelling? Seriously?” I uttered, locking eyes with him. “Kids… so impatient,” he replied. “That war wasn’t just against mundanes, but the people who dwell among them, an ancient race of individuals. The Khrestes.” “Khrestes?” Raid echoed. “You mean like witches?”