Cherokee Werewolf Legends Novels & Stories

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

I get up and he grabs my arms, stopping me from leaving. “Not even if she finds out the disgusting being you are? The killer animal you become? I was in touch with the Cherokee in your area, Alaska, you’re from there, aren’t you? I never believed those things, to me it’s all foolish native American legends. Until I saw one of you hunting, that repulsive beast transformed in front of me, even if I wanted to think it was a lie, a trick, I know what my eyes saw. You don’t know anything about me, boy, but I know a lot about you, enough to know that my daughter will run miles away from you when she finds out the loathsome and bizarre monster you are. You should be working in a circus, abomination

The elders, their fur grizzled and eyes reflective with the wisdom of countless moonlit nights, gathered in a sacred clearing where ancestral tales were etched into the very soil they tread. As the echoes of the prophecy reached the werewolf pack, a hushed murmur rolled through the assembled wolves, a ripple of unease that traveled through their furred ranks. Memories of a bygone era, a time when a werewolf heir had dared to love a vampire, resurfaced like ghosts from the past. The consequences had been dire, leading to a near-extinction of their pack.

She giggled as she pulled out a large pot and began filling it with water. "No, it's not. Honestly I can't even believe we celebrate this stupid holiday after everything they did to us." I told her honestly as I thought about the history of my people. It was no secret in the supernatural world that the werewolf gene was passed through the DNA of the Native Americans. Each of the supernatural species had come from a particular region in the world, except for the witches. Every culture and every continent had its own set of witches. Her giggle pulled me from my thoughts as I watched her begin making the crust for her pumpkin pie. She really was a beauty to watch in the kitchen as she moved aro

"Well, Werewolves or Lycanthropes have been around for centuries now. They are the basis of you know all these legends and movies with small variations of course" "So, they haven't been exactly hiding or what?" "They have but even the most well kept secret always come to light". He took a turn overtaking an old couple in a truck. "Anyways, legend says that the first werewolves were from an American tribe that struck a deal with a demon. He made them Werewolves in exchange for something lost in translation and stories over the years. Some also that the Werewolf powers came genetically and that it's just nature." "What do you believe in then? What's your own origin theory?", Hailey asked with

Katalea chimed in, “That was no dream brother, we all got to meet Lycaon. What’s his story?” Beecher shivered, “I don’t know for sure, mostly myths and legends. It is said he was the first werewolf. I descend from his line. But enough history for now, can we figure out how to get out of here before my lower half freezes?“ He looked to the others, “We have a lot to catch up on, but my feet are literally freezing, and I’m…” ”Starving!” The others spoke in unison, grinning at their fallen mate.

Obviously, with my disability, there were a ton of career paths I could not even consider. One of the main reasons that I was truly biding my time before deciding on a career path was my first shift coming up on my 21st birthday, which was tomorrow. When werewolves turn 21, we are given our wolf counterpart by the Moon Goddess which we can then shift into. We are born with enhanced senses and strength like wolves have, but we cannot change into our actual wolves until we turn 21. Anyway, the reason I was waiting on my first shift was that there was a very small part of me that was hoping that my leg would heal/regenerate when I shifted for the first time. Our wolf counterparts were supposed