Novel & Cerita Book About Werewolves

Chapter Thirty-eight. Diana's pov The history section was just as large as any other section, and just as dusty. I swiped my hands over the books not knowing which one to go through first, I decided to just pick a random book. “THE SERVANTS OF THE MOON GODDESS,” the title read, the book contained werewolves and how they were meant to serve the moon goddess, that's to say we had definitely lost history because no one did these things anymore. We're serving the Lycans instead.

Caged in my own nightmare. I find my way back. By: Zingertje_123 I was always told stories about wolves, but this story was different. It was unknown for me. I never heard of it. The story started with… After the dinosaurs vanished from earth wolves took over the land. The first born wolves were born from the moon and the stars. They were a powerful individual. Some even say they were born out of the ashes of the meteor rain. They were bound by the moon goddess.

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."

She rallied her vampire allies, leading them in a counter-attack against the werewolf pack. The circle of bloodshed and destruction expanded, consuming all in its path. Lives were lost, the ground soaked with the blood of both werewolves and vampires. The air crackled with power and despair, the once-beautiful landscape now scarred by the ravages of war. Amareux, torn between his loyalty to his pack and his love for Arayah, found himself caught in the crossfire. He fought alongside his werewolf brethren, hoping to quell the violence and bring an end to the cycle of vengeance. But with every strike, every fallen comrade, the weight of betrayal bore down upon him.

He replied and I laughed. "I don't know much about werewolves, according to the book I read about werewolves, in European folklore, they're humans who turn into wolves at night and devour people, animals or corps but returns back to their human form by day." I explained. "What? is such things real?" He asked. How I wish I could see his face right now, sadly he's a mask guy. "Hold on, i'm not done with my explanation," I scolded. "Fine...go ahead i'm listening," He said.

The fresh, vibrant space made it easier for me to fall asleep. This book room had many precious books that not everyone had the opportunity to read. Most were books written by werewolves, but there were also many masterpieces of mankind. I had only read two books, both by werewolves. From those two books I knew that werewolves' knowledge was not inferior to humans at all.

Afterall, this is the outside world, far from the knowledge he had in the Green Valley! He turn his eyes away to the battle between the white and bloody figure. He already have enough about death, but the death cause by the other living being is something he never have been experience before. Now, he realize his life can also at the hand of the people around him! He remind of his childhood, his friend of a beast that thought of harming him. That time, he hardly realize why something wicked like that is existed. But turns out, the outside world really is makes it possible!

The shelves stretched to the ceiling, filled with books that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years. I walked slowly between the rows, running my fingers along the shelves until I found the section on werewolf history. I grabbed a few thick books that looked promising and carried them to a quiet corner table near the window. The light was soft there, golden and peaceful. I let out a breath and opened the first book, skimming through chapters on bloodlines, first shifts, pack traditions… stuff I probably should have known already. I’d only read a few pages when someone pulled out the chair across from me.

Lilith said “But werewolves can wear clothes in wolf form, can’t they?” Lilith rolled her eyes at me. Some habits die hard. “Anyway, you’ll be going into labor soon. Being the descendant of a Golden Lycan, it’s going to be extraordinary. However, Kaelen is just a low-rank Omega. If you have a golden pup, aren’t you afraid of people being suspicious?” Werewolf births were divided into three stages: gestation, labor, and awakening. During labor, the pup’s fur color would reveal its bloodline, and awakening would happen when a pup shifted from human to wolf form for the first time.

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.