Cherokee Werewolf Legends Novels & Stories

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

She smiles gleefully. “Werewolf?” I left my head up while Oliver eyed Lela carefully from the crook of my neck. “Yeah, don’t you know the legends of werewolves came from this area? Anytime there is a mixer at the lake house, we read the legend, around 11, before the real party starts.” Lela says flatly. “It’s fun! Come on! Grab a jacket, though!” With that, she was gone. ~~~ By the time I grabbed a sweatshirt, Seth and I made our way to the bonfire. It was a bit of a walk into the woods. We were surrounded by darkness, and it was hard to see the moon with the branches trying to touch the tops of our heads.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

,I asked. “She killed a worker and then she..she attacked me”,grandpa said,his voice breaking. “What do you mean she attacked you???”,I asked. “She was different from humans,her face,her eyes,her nails,everything was completely different,she wasn’t human,she was a….. I waited to hear what grandpa was about to say. “She was a werewolf and so was her husband ”,grandpa said. “Do you think it’s genetics??,can her children inherit it??”,I asked.

Half of White Claw pack was of African decent and had moved here many years ago when their people had been hunted relentlessly and to near extinction by the Aje’ and their powerful juju. ‘I give you the choice Channon, of knowledge or power.’ White Claw had asked me to walk with him through the mangroves, even the huge crocodiles that inhabit the dark still waters recede quickly when they sense his approach. I have never seen White Claw as a human and there are legends within his pack that he was cursed by the most powerful Aje’ to be stuck in his monstrous wolf form until he dies. I have often come close to asking him if this is true, but in reality I don’t want to know. Is there really wit

He said, “but The Beast is different.” “You underestimate your Rougarou,” I scoffed at him and he stiffened, at the word which came from my lips, it was the proof I knew exactly what they were, so I elaborated. “We all know basic Louisiana legends. That is one thing, the stories my father told me intertwined the wolves and the Cajun people of the Bayous with the natives. “He was born and bred within this region he told me a lot of, I guess we can call them legends or stories, but he also told me about a pact between the Arcadian witches, the natives, and the creatures who protected this area. Legends inevitably become truths if you look hard enough. I assume some of what he has told me may h

So he’d lived through many wars and fallen packs. When I was a pup, he was the one who’d told me about the rogues, witches, and vampires who fought and failed to take the Midnight Pack from the alphas before me. My favorite story of his, though, was the Legend of the White She-wolf. I would always beg Uncle Panton to tell me that one. Something about it fascinated me.

The black pup that had been thrown aside lay barely breathing. Chloe, tears streaming down her face, crawled over and scooped him up. “Your… pup?” Kaeren stepped in front of me, his voice low but sharp. “Yes, my pup! Only a Golden Lycan could give birth to this pup, while you are nothing but a lowly Omega Black Werewolf!” “Lowly Omega? And you’ve been pretending to be a Golden Lycan for so long you actually believe it?” I asked.

Chapter 50 In the depths of a shadowy forest, where the sun's rays rarely dared to penetrate, a sinister ritual was brewing. The Supreme Werewolf God Destroyers, a sect of ruthless power-hungry werewolves, had captured two of the most powerful alpheno werewolves in existence - Mary Jane of the Moonstone clan and Alfred of the Silver Paw clan. Their goal was to absorb the alpheno's immense chakra and the power of their supreme god, Fen, to become an unstoppable force.

Because no one else apart from a mate can love a person higher than his/her wolf can. Your wolf was your spirit animal sent to this world with you. The moon Goddess in all her wisdom knew it would be difficult for us to survive without our wolf by our side and this is why she gave each and every werewolf a wolf. I just have to be patient and have the trust and hope that soon, very very soon, my wolf will reveal herself to me.