Are Werewolves Real Novels & Stories

“Werewolves are real.” “You’re still on about all that nonsense. I told you to drop it. Plus, you should be studying for your finals, not wasting time on these.” I pointed at the bunch of pictures and articles of werewolves scattered on her bed. “Girl, are you alright? You don’t need all this.” “Why won’t you believe me?” Her voice had no hint of wittiness in it and that made me swallow hard. “I did my research and I found out that werewolves say ‘mate’ when they find their mates.”

He stared at me, dead serious. “Did it ever occur to you, Gen, why you didn’t die in the clutches of three huge wolves?” he asked again with the most pensive look on his face. I took note of the fact I never told him how many wolves there were or how monstrous. “I did wonder why I wasn’t forest compost. So, you’re telling me werewolves are real?” “Yes.” “Okay.” I said getting off the bed. “You’ve partied yourself into the looney bin.”

Just a room full of disbelief. “Werewolves aren’t what you think,” I said softly. “We don’t hunt people. We’re not cursed. We’re born like this, from generations before us. We live in packs, like families. We protect each other, and we protect the humans around us. That’s our law. The true law of the pack.” Grandma Rose’s lips parted slightly. “You expect me to believe that?” “No,” I said honestly. “I don’t expect anything from you. But I want you to know the truth.”

“It was a mythological creature!” Grinning, he seems to be amused at my panic. Asshole. “They are simple Werewolves. So, you aren’t that wrong, but they aren’t surely the biggest ones I have seen roaming around the world.” “Werewolves,” I breathe out, letting my shoulders slump. “What? They exist?” He laughs, shaking his head, “Of course they do. And you shouldn’t be that surprised, you have been working with them for months.” My eyes widen, “Sorry, I must have passed out for a second. What?”

I shrugged and his eyebrows shot up. Another moment of silence. “Can werewolves turn humans into one of them?” I asked suddenly, and his eyes shot to mine like a bullet. “You want to become a werewolf?” He asked incredulously like I had grown three heads. I blushed at his expression, feeling silly. “Werewolves are a myth. They are not real, of course, so stop staring at me like that. I’m just saying, if it were possible, I would want to be one,” I backed up my statement.

Alex opened his eyes, even though it was only lit by the light from the moon coming in through my bedroom window I could still see the color of his eyes. "What are they doing?" "Ah ... Werewolves are creatures that need a pack, just like a pack. And sometimes not having a pack can make the werewolf a little frustrated to the point of going crazy, rogues often attack pack members, even injure them. They are dangerous, Cara. Sometimes they even form herd of fellow rogues to attack the pack." Alex yawned as he finished explaining it to me, his face looking very tired. "Oh ... " I replied while yawning, "I have to go to school tomorrow, I guess I should continue my sleep."

He looked horrified at my question, and I laughed. " Absolutely fucking not. This movie is so unrealistic. Sparkling vampires. Ugh", he said, annoyed. I laughed. "At least they got the werewolves right", he said, and I nodded. The werewolves on TV were really just as big as the ones I have seen so far. "The director of New Moon was actually from a pack we just not too long ago visited," he said. "Holy shit", I replied. That explains it. The realism of the wolves in the movie. " What does your wolf look like?" I asked him.

Wait, how on earth would Dunstan know about the werewolves, considering that our identity is hidden in the modern world? My hand was shaking as I aimed the cursor at a video clip that accompanied the document. With trembling fingers, I clicked play, hoping to find some answers. As the video unfolded, I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sudden sob of shock and disbelief. The video revealed a secret underground laboratory where scientists were conducting experiments on werewolves, extracting their DNA for medical purposes. The footage showed the werewolves in cages, their eyes filled with fear and pain. Then I remembered what Olga had said back in the hospital. It was about the identity o

I say looking down, my hair almost covering my face. "They're not called nightcrawlers. They are blood suckers that are been created a long way back. History tells that it all started from the time when a witch created the werewolves. A malfunction was done by the spell and so a bloodsucker, an abomination of nature was created. They're called Vampires." He says and I gasps. Vampires? Hmm. Like the movie Twilight? I look up at him , his face deadly serious. He is certainly not joking and I certainly need to believe that the weird guy in the movie can be a creature in real life that sucks blood from people and even werewolves.

"Do you remember..those stories of fairies, elves, werewolves, and vampires?" "Yes." Lola took a deep breath. "Those stories are true, Anna. Fairies are real. Vampires are real. Werewolves are real. Sometimes, things aren't always what they seem." Anna sat up from the bed. "Werewolves, Grandma? Vampires?" she asked.