Ancient Werewolf Novels & Stories

He was right there before we realised he was. My wolf jumped back, trying to get away from him, from the King she had summoned. King Hades of the Underworld. He stood huge and majestic, the biggest wolf I had ever seen. And his dark blood red eyes watched us intensely. My wolf whimpered in fear, trying to run but there was nowhere to hide.. This was the first and only time for as long as I could remember that she was ever afraid. The huge wolf leaned down to where she huddled on the ground and gave her a long sniff. Then I looked up and growled, it was the most intense thing I ever heard. It was a howl of claiming.

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.

I roll my eyes, sitting down, setting the cooler back down "You know the drill, get plates and spoon, we split the meal, you keep quite, and I tell you a take of our heritage." The little children erupt in joy, and I laugh because it is contagious "But we have to be fast, I have a meeting." They do as I say, I share the meal, and they begin to eat, quietly, as I tell them a story. "The werewolf is a legendary creature that has been the topic of numerous legends and numerous nightmares throughout history. According to certain myths, werewolves are people who can transform into ferocious, strong wolves. Others are a mutant hybrid of human and wolf. Nonetheless, they are all ferocious beasts wi

I growled furiously. “This man is reading from a centuries-old scroll, and you're ready to condemn innocent children?” My gaze darted from face to face desperately. “How can you trust an old book over a living person standing right in front of you?” Elder Lucian's expression hardened. “Watch your words, Kate Wilson. Our traditions have built this pack.” He snapped. “For more than a century, Wild Prowlers Pack stood as the capital of the werewolf world because we preserved our ancient records. Every scroll in our archives is authenticated.”

"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?"

The Lycans and Werewolves are two different species of wolf man but they carry a common past. The ancient legends speak of a king named Licaon who lived in Greece, southern Europe, more precisely in the city of Arcadiae who would have been cursed by Zeus for committing unholy and cruel acts. It is said that he was a sadist, who murdered the visitors of his castle and used to serve his meat to guests at the dining table.

"He said it hurt too much." "Or he was hiding something," Andrew said darkly. Clara moved closer, examining the necklace from a safe distance. "Those symbols...I've seen them before. In the old pack library. Books about the original packs, the ones that existed before territories were established." "The Ancient Ones," Rowan breathed. "But that's impossible. Those bloodlines died out centuries ago." "What are Ancient Ones?" I felt like I'd walked into a conversation in a different language. "The first werewolves." Rowan's voice held reverence. "Created by the moon goddess herself. They had powers beyond normal wolves, could communicate with nature, command lesser creatures, even..." He stoppe

The kingdom of Arcadia was ruled by his family since the creation of the first werewolf. Several thousand years ago his ancestor 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, thus creating the first werewolves.

It was a familiar feeling. “Your Grace, she is bleeding,” a slave caught my attention. I came out of the chain of thoughts instantly. “Lucas, heal her,” I ordered my Beta. Yes, we were werewolves. The one who was known to exist even before the origin of human beings. Our ancestor Lycaon was known to be a servant of Lord Zeus, The Lord of the Gods. But one day, he served Lord Zeus food made of human flesh and he got angry. His anger turned to peak and he turned Lycaon into a wolf. Since then his genes mixed with the human being and werewolves evolved with time.

Their history had it that they didn’t exist any more, but now, they were right in front of him. “Ancients are legends, myths. From the last we heard, or rather I read, they had gone into extinction due to the work of a high class mage. And yes, they are different from vampires. Much different, much noble.” Agrip’s voice has lowered down an octave, as if in reverence as he mentioned the last phrase. “At last, someone with wisdom.” Kane chuckled, not deterred even when Lucille glared at him. He found it amusing that the werewolf community had thought them to be dead even though it had been one of their ancestors that had guaranteed their escape from the hands of the mage.