Different Names For Werewolves Novels & Stories

He then turned to face her, his dark chocolate eyes gazing over Alinta as he studied her with a benign smile, then asked, "May I ask, why is a fair lupa like you travelling alone to Mercurysburg?” Alinta looked at the man in surprise. "Lupa" is Latin for she-wolf, and "lupus" is Latin for a male wolf. This was a code werewolves or mythical creatures would use to refer to one another in the human realm without raising suspicion. What surprised her was that she usually sensed when a fellow werewolf was nearby, but this man didn’t smell like one at all. She also had never engaged with a human or any other sifter before, so she did not know how to distinguish between the different races.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Karyna’s POV I watched Henri idly as he worked on the laptop, immersed in his usual editing tasks. The filmmaking process had become increasingly fascinating to me, sparking a newfound interest in the concept of werewolves. In my free time, when Henri wasn’t using the laptop, I would do my research on them. I haven’t been curious enough to know more about mythical creatures, so it was quite an experience. There were numerous sources, each offering their own definitions of what a werewolf was and how they interacted with the world. In the process of studying them, I also discovered Lycans, very similar to werewolves, but they didn't transform into wolves.

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.

This is the only time of the day when I can feel calm before I step out into the chaos that is my life. “So, what’s on the schedule today?” asks Zara in my head. Zara is my wolf spirit. Now before you go jumping to conclusions and calling me a ‘werewolf’, allow me to explain some things. By a human’s definition I am a werewolf, but please don’t ever call us that. We really hate it. What I, and the rest of my kind, are actually called is mutolupus, but we’re happy to just call ourselves wolves. It’s kind of shocking how much myths and stories got right about our kind, but there’s also plenty they get wrong.

Iris POV. Long ago, The earth was vast and enriched with the finest of things and mostly dominated by three tribes. The werewolves who were the strongest and also known as shape shifters. The Vampires who are the fastest and also referred to as the night crawler or blood suckers because of their need to feed on it to survive and lastly, the third tribe who are the humans who are seen as the gods abomination because of their lack of strength or anything supernatural like their two counterparts.

"Don't be scared. I will not hurt you. I am the moon goddess." "What do you want with me?" My voice was trabbeling. I was so scared that I couldn't move. When I found the strength to move again I walked backwards, but I came with my back against what felt like a wall. thé woman came closer and I saw that she was pure withe even her skin was. I felt her power and I knew she was not from this world. She was neither a ghost. It was like she was something in between. I know now she was really thé moon goddess. I had heard from it from Ava. I learned that she made all wolves and werewolves on earth. She was the first one of them all. "I was your mother in your first after live."

She needed to know. We have been called many names throughout the past including lycanthrope and gerufi and eventually called legend and fable. But we are most commonly called werewolf. Werewolf? What is…? Does this mean there are more of us? No. No more. His gaze remained unchanged but could feel the pain radiating from his body, though she knew not how. Her heart began to ache so deep within her chest she felt it would burst. A lump lodged itself in her throat and then a pressure welled in her gut. As she searched his eyes willing him to explain, pictures began to pass through her mind. Pictures of war… no… pictures of slaughters! The slaughter of wolves; friends and family. Abs

he queried. I arched an eyebrow. So that was the problem. Not who he was but the name given to his kind. “Couldn’t I also be called a werewitch?” I queried. “I am a werewolf just like you and also have magical powers.” He shook his head and his green eyes sparkled with something close to awe. “You are so much more than a werewitch. Our ancestors ascribed a different name to your kind.” My eyes widened slightly. I hadn't thought of the possibility that there were more people like me.

Having failed with their plans, those witches who were obsessed with ruling the realm left and disappeared into the human world. Soon other creatures started coming into existence. The Fae and Elves, the Centaurs and Trolls, the Fairies and Demons and lastly, the werewolves. The werewolves were just like the lycanthropes. The only difference was in their strength and life span. The lycanthropes were stronger and had a longer life span than the werewolves.