Ancient Werewolf Novels & Stories

The stories spoke of the Ancients, the original Lycans, but they were believed to be extinct; legends to scare pups. ​"You're not a wolf..." I sobbed, trying to pull away, but its claws closed a millimeter tighter, trapping me against its burning heat. ​He didn't respond with words, but instead bowed his huge head, letting his hot breath strike my skin while his nose buried itself in my neck. ​He inhaled, with a deep sigh full of an intensity that let me know that, if I was trapped before, now I was damned.

it was obvious Alex was worried about which location Adler would choose, "What is it?" I asked with a little bad feeling. Alex frowned for a moment, "We suspect that Adler will choose the Land of Ashes as the site of the war "Why?" "That place is one of the neutral territories, but werewolves cannot bring out their wolf form in the Land of Ashes." he explained, "Several hundred years ago there was a big war between werewolves, several thousand of us died there because of the war. It was a very long winter, it was almost impossible to bury all the war dead in the ground that had hardened with snow. So the authorities at the time decided to burn the bodies all at once to ashes. Now it's a sacr

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 smirked in a cocky yet very youthful kind of way, “I figured…If you like my wolf, maybe you will like me better?” Aurora bit her lips. She didn’t know how to tell Westin that his wolf appeared more intimidating than likable to her. “Your wolf looked very different than ours,” she said eventually. Westin shrugged, “Ancient tales say that the first group of werewolves that the Moon Goddess created was the Lycans. Some of the Lycans degenerated and then came the werewolves.”

"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.

I interjected. "If the stories are true, his name is Jeremiah. He is as ancient as our oldest Wolfen, perhaps more so. Some Elders say the werewolf was considered a mistake made by the devil. Our formwas fashioned by refining what the devil learned. Then the werewolves were banished." "But they lived," I said, trying not to laugh. A true nightmare. "As I said, the council doesn't have all the answers and neither do I. But there has been increased unusual activity. There's always been sightings of wolves attacking people."

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.