Are Werewolves Real Novels & Stories

“Are these real then?” Asked Amaris. “Do these show real werewolf history?” She said without turning. She was still staring at the carving that told an entire story. “Yes. Many of the true stories of the werewolves were turned into stories of the gods by the Greeks and Romans.”

“I´m afraid so, Laura.” “Luc, how is this even possible? I´ve only known werewolves to exist in legends, in books, in movies.” “Laura, there is a secret world within the human realm where witches, vampires, and werewolves exist. They live, well, WE live among humans, hiding in plain sight. Just like I have done all these years.” “So, you´re telling me that, aside from werewolves, vampires and witches are also real?” “Is that so hard to believe after what you experienced last night?”

I told her the other day ‘Will you stop it! she replied ‘What? I am happy to see mate! How about you stop denying him!” I roll my eyes at her accusation. “I do not answer to hallucinations!” she growled at me. I know my grandfather explained this whole werewolf thing, however, I am trying to look at everything realistically. I am not “Lon Chaney Jr.” This is not a movie; werewolves do not exist in real life. These people are just tribal people, who are unique beings from unfamiliar cultures. My week here has been so amazing aside from the male testosterone issues.

I asked seeing the pain flick across his face I decided to leave the direct subject of him and my mother for another time. He nodded "yes they can its rare but it occurs. However human imprints are the least likely and usually amongst lower ranking wolves, it's more likely a werewolf imprints on another mystical or magical being such as a witch, vampire, pixie, hob goblin or such." "Vampires are real?" I asked "you know what nothing surprises me now" I added sighing. "Do any humans know?"

“Do you believe in them?” “I thought zombies and vampires were only in stories. I don’t know what to think about werewolves, since I haven’t encountered one, but I won’t discount their existence,” I said as I rocked in my chair. He sighed. “As much as I hate to say this. They’re very real. Not only are they real, but a pack of them has moved into the area.” “What does that mean for us?” I asked, not admitting that I’d already treated a man who’d been bitten by one.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

“I wish it were. But it’s all true.” I stared at her, my pulse pounding like war drums in my ears. “Werewolves...? You’re telling me they’re real? Not just fantasy, not just books and movies?” Her gaze softened, “And vampires. And witches. All of them. But not like the stories you know. Some books came close, but most turned us into cartoons. Fairy tales… exaggerations. We became fiction to survive.” I shook my head, trying to shove down the rising panic. “So… Do you guys actually drink blood? Like, for real?”

The room spun. I grabbed the edge of the conference table to steady myself, my brain trying to process words that couldn't possibly be real. Werewolves. Pack. Fated mate. "I think I need to sit down," I said faintly. "Maya—" "No. No, this is—you're joking. You have to be joking. Werewolves aren't real. They're mythology. Fiction. They don't exist and they definitely don't run billion-dollar companies in downtown Seattle." Damien's jaw tightened. "I knew you weren't ready."

Allison and Tyler. “Ew,” I spit out before I can catch myself. Jake laughs at my reaction, holding the door open for me. “It is actually a natural thing among the packs. They do not care whether they are caught or heard. It is the way of nature,” Jake says with a tone of sarcasm. I enter the cabin, still disgusted at what Jake said. I do not care if it is natural, there is still mutual respect and human decency. Perhaps werewolves do not have the latter.