Ancient Werewolf Novels & Stories

Silver Moon Pack. The wind tonight was as usual, and the air was chilly on the high peaks. The moon was pale, and the howls of those damned werewolves echoed throughout the village. Raven, under the pale moonlight, listened to the howls like thousands of needles piercing his ears. It was an insult to him. Raven Blackwood, one of the werewolves of the Silver Moon Pack. However, he had never been considered part of the race, only considered trash because he couldn't display his powers as a werewolf.

I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity and apprehension. Aunt Florence sighed heavily, her expression grave. "No one knows for certain. The legends say that the moon goddess's wrath could manifest in various ways—natural disasters, plagues, or even a curse upon the land and its people. During those times, those who had wronged the white wolves prayed fervently for death to spare them from the goddess's fury." Her words painted a grim picture of fear and regret among our ancestors. The consequences of their actions had evidently left a deep mark on werewolf history, shaping beliefs and traditions for generations.

His classmates and professor both chuckled in response to his inquiry. His professor still answered the question even though it had strayed from the topic of their class, “Werewolves are not true because only people with mental disorders have imagined that they are one; however, werewolves have been depicted in different ways throughout history. In ancient legends, human beings transform fully into, and associate with, wolves. In other traditions, particularly in horror films, werewolves are humanoid, often featuring a canine head, claws, and a fur-covered human body.” “Do you still have more questions, Mr. Styles?” asked the professor after noticing that William is still standing.

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.