Cherokee Werewolf Legends Novels & Stories

* The legend of the werewolf apprentice. Avenum. His family lived on the tributary of the Dnieper - the Berezina, and worshiped Urgor, a werewolf. Little Nicody heard a lot about the terrible creature Urgor, who was revered by his family. Urgor is a werewolf, a black ghost. He often helped people, coming either in the form of a hare, or a bear, or a mighty tooth-Ra. Nicodia was very attracted by the picture of Urgor, which hung in their hut. A large black wolf with terrible blood-red eyes, as if winking at Nicodia from the image. But the boy did not attach any importance to this.

Jake spoke in a sheepish tone. Glory simply rolled her eyes as she cornered it. “Wolves are descended from the gods, the story was that Deucalion after tricking Zeus was turned into a wolf well him and his sons, and for the most part that is true. But Zeus got the idea from Poseidon, who was at the time cursed by Artemis for killing one of her prize hunting wolves. He was turned into a wolf and through sheer will power and control was able to turn back between a wolf and human forms hence the legend of werewolves was born. Though the word implies that we are half-human, but we are wolves that took the form of humans we do not have human DNA. We protect humans that were our purpose given to u

Carmen whispered back, causing me to freeze and give Carmen a questioning look. "Why wouldn't he? He could seriously get hurt!" I felt the light touch of a hand on my head causing me to turn back to Lane with a glare, but that wasn't enough. He smuggled himself between me and Carmen, putting his arms around both of us. Then he leaned over to my ear and whispered, "You have no idea the kind of man Abel is. Since he was young, he'd been ripping lions apart. What is a simple werewolf in front of him? Just watch."

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

She had to find out more! Sarah's grandma was sleeping, but she woke up after hearing the door closing. Chloe excused herself for the late visit and asked her nicely to tell her the legends of werewolves. The grandma asked Sarah to make her a tea while she started telling the story to Chloe. Chloe listened very carefully the entire story, from which she learned so much. She thanked both to Sarah and her grandma and made her way back home. While walking she was thinking at everything that has happened in such a short time and how she ended up in the middle of such a story. She was wondering if it really is real or just a dream, if she really fell in love with the Alpha of a werewolf pack...

“I guess your cousins aren’t still sore at me for fighting them that day, although they've made themselves scarce whenever I’m around.” “On the sly, they told me that, once they’d seen your reaction, they knew you were the alpha female, even before Vernetta tried to take you down. Tanner said he was glad he didn’t have to deal with that quick temper of yours.” “And you?” “Spices life up just right.” She gave him a serious look. “When the triplets are old enough, they’ll learn the true legend of how werewolves came into existence.” He kissed her cheek and squeezed her good naturedly. “Sure, Diana honey. The first was a Scandinavian white wolf. We still have Alfred’s book to prove it.”

By night, he was the alpha of his pack and the werewolf of the prophecy. Born on a new moon, Richard Taleman was the only wolf capable of breaking the witch’s curse on his dumb Fenrir ancestor. From the time werewolves existed, legends often depicted them as scary monsters. Modern tales spun them into muscled gods with epic bedroom skills and an animalistic sense of romance. However, that was far from the truth. Richard preferred to think of himself as a tired caretaker. Those kids weren’t even his. His dumb ancestor wolf simply pushed new pack members onto him.

SIERRA’S POV “Are you ready for your birthday?” I took a glance at my friend, Shelly, who was more excited than I was. My eighteenth birthday will be held in 2 days' time. And I am a bit nervous about what will happen that time. I will shift to a werewolf form and I will be able to meet my wolf. That time also, I might be able to meet my mate. In which I hope there will be Asher, my boyfriend of two years already. He is my first love, and, of course, he is the Alpha’s son, and me, Sierra Marie Finnegan, the Beta’s only daughter. Since it was obvious that Asher and I had a romantic relationship, everyone was expecting that we would be mates. Everyone believes that we are perfect future leader

I only looked at him, confused. “Haa where do I begin-” he said as his hands went up to his chin. “Well you probably already heard of the legend of the goddess of the moon. When humans and werewolves coexist and humans betrayed werewolves and the goddess sort of cursed us humans? That legend is popular, pretty sure you already know that, yes?” he looked at me with eyes full of certainty.

Arctic shifted, moving closer to the fire for warmth to join in the conversation. "Difficult, but not impossible for both to survive. My matron stayed to tend to a she-wolf who will be delivering soon." He didn't say, but I got the impression it was his child waiting to be born. Sheep, Lone Wolf, and the shy one all looked wide-eyed as the conversation lingered for a while on pregnancies and werewolf children. I needed a distraction when Dad, Businessman, and Cherokee started comparing notes, with Arctic asking questions. Apparently, the young boy from the forest fire was Cherokee's son.