Books With Werewolves Novels & Stories

“It contains history books about werewolves and I brought you here to see if we can find anything about your wolf.” I look up to the shelves again that looks like they go on forever and sigh. This is going to be a long day. “Then shall we get started?” I nod slowly, wanting to get this over with. I wonder if I can find books about hybrids and their curse. Swallowing down my thought, I follow Leonidas's lead. He guides me through shelves, carefully reading the labels. After searching for a while, my gaze catches a book leather bounds with a cryptic title, ‘The Supernatural.”

I have read a few of these books. Shaking away the strange icy feeling I flip open the cover and start to read. The sun has started sinking, the sky painted with hues of purple, orange, and red. This is truly my favorite time of day. The book was short but there was a lot of information on werewolves. Information, what do I mean, werewolves don't exist. Or do they? It is that voice again. The same one from this morning. A voice that isn’t mine. A voice inside my head.

I retrieved it and found a secluded spot to continue reading. The book described the white wolves as the first werewolves created by the moon goddess. They had extraordinary abilities to heal, control the earth, and communicate directly with the moon goddess. However, their powers made them targets of jealousy and greed. Our ancestors, driven by their desire for power, had waged war against the white wolves, ultimately leading to their near extinction.

Clara kept talking to Ella on various topics, and they didn’t realize how time just seemed to fly; it was already midnight and the full moon was directly overhead. Suddenly, Ella could hear wolves howling from all around. Clara, on hearing the howling sound herself, hit the convulsion, and she started stripping off her clothes, growling and howling at the same time. Ella, who had little knowledge about the behavior of the werewolves, was so petrified that she just ran towards the corridor, looking for Mrs. Rolex. She wanted to inform her aunty about Clara’s sudden change in form. But she couldn’t spot her anywhere around. Her heart was pounding as she walked briskly, looking for her aunt. Sh

she asks, her voice quiet but firm. I nod my head, leaning back in my chair. "Yes. Most of the books in here are true accounts, histories of werewolves and Lycans from the past. Stories passed down through generations." Rosalee nods her head in understanding, her fingers tightening around the book before she turns and walks toward the black leather couch in the corner of my office. She sits down, curling her legs slightly beneath her, and flips open the book, immediately engrossed in its contents.

He pulls up a chair, blows the thick dust off it, and sits down heavily. I feel weird watching him, so instead of just standing there, I turn my attention back to the bookshelves. Most of them are old, cracked, and torn. They all tell stories of the origin of werewolves, the Moon Goddess while others are written in languages I can’t even recognize. I see a book that looks different than the rest and it catches my eyes, especially because it’s covered in more dust than the others. Curious, I reach for it and brush it off.

Maybe I was imagining it, but the library suddenly felt at least ten degrees warmer. I focused my attention back on the books in front of me, now that Cole had added a few. I could feel his gaze still on me, but I tried to ignore it as best as possible. Then I turned a page and the book really did grab my entire attention. On the pages I found a record of all the packs of the werewolves, not just the Grandmoon Pack. I turned the page, hoping to find some record of the Western Pack. Sure enough, there was indeed a record of the western pack, but it was just a few sentences.

Hi friends, I would highly recommend you to read this because I am intended to write few facts that I used in my book on werewolves; obviously, this is the mixture of my imaginations and the things I have read about the werewolf. You may find a few facts similar or different from other books. As I mentioned earlier, I have the craze for werewolves and I gathered a few things which I found amazing and gonna use the same in this book. So read it, folks. It would help you to have a clear view when you are reading the upcoming chapters.

He added and began to read while I chuckled. “What’s in that...?” I asked him. “It’s a funny myth… Monsters and everything…” He added and I began to laugh while walking around that row when suddenly, I looked at the portion of 15th to 17th century where I found a book on Werewolves. I couldn’t believe that I would ever find a whole book on Werewolves. I quickly walked over to it and grabbed it. The book looked quite old but seemed informative.

Rowan left before Iris could see him. Iris sat up and looked around. The air stank of blood and the bank was carpeted with dead bodies. Iris felt nauseous and and finally threw up. "Tell me I was dreaming" She looked at her best friend who looked at Japh. Japh shook his head. "You were…he was…" Iris pointed and touched her forehead. "Breathe" "Werewolves don't exist, right?" She suddenly stood up. "Because there's no way I just saw you change into a...oh no!"