Do Werewolves Exist Novels & Stories

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.”

She really started to wonder what kind of weird experiment this was going to be. Feline scraped her throat, “So I am guessing you are all wondering what this experiment is all about. For you to understand I have to tell you some history first. Thousands of years ago humans were not the only species that lived on earth. There were also werewolves, vampires, fae, and witches. These creatures believed themselves to be superior to the human race and wanted to enslave them. Humans learned of their plans and war broke out. Thanks to science the human race was able to survive while the other species went extinct.” Dante interrupted her, “Sorry but what is this? You want us to know the history of a

I cannot find it within me to accept their revelation. They can’t possibly be serious about this, can they? Hello? Werewolves? Those creatures only exist in the literature, myths, or those movies and television series they show to the people. Werewolves aren’t real. Even if there was an ounce of possibility that they exist, that must mean there are only a few of them living around us, right? I don’t want to believe them at all. This has to be a joke!

Elena asked me. I shook my head. Only werewolves still existed, while witches and vampires had been exiled for reasons that were still a mystery to most. “Yeah, and maybe vampires exist too,” I said, and I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows when I saw her nod seriously. “Stop fooling around, Elena. Witches and vampires don't exist. As far as I know, they disappeared a long time ago.” I wasn't going to let her inject those ideas into my mind. My mother had told me the stories, but the mystery about their fate remained.

Then he leaned forward, his eyes dark. “Vampyer,” he said. The word chilled the air between us. Not vampire, not the softened fairytale name, vampyer. Older. Raw. A word that carried rot and the monster in any legend stories. Why I believed him? Werewolves do exist and maybe the vampyres too. I swallowed hard, my throat burning. “That’s-no. Those don’t exist. They’re stories. Folklore.” His stare didn’t waver. “You asked me if I believe in werewolves. I said yes. And if they exist, why not their predators? Why not the things that stalk even them in the night?”

Six didn’t say a word and instead he kept his cold green eyes right on me. She coughed awkwardly before smoothing out her short black dress. “Well humans aren’t allowed to know that werewolves exist because of what happened back in the dark days. Back when humans knew that we existed they had hunted us down and burned us alive, selling our skulls and pelts as talisman and good luck charms. It wasn’t until our species was on the verge of extinction that the humans finally stopped hunting us. As time passed our kind repopulated but we are only known to the humans as legends.”

He looks over to me before continuing, "The Vampires, the Werewolves, the Witches, and lastly the cat shifters, known as Werecats." Okay, this guy is on drugs. He seriously needs some help. "Jason, this isn’t the time for jokes. My mom is kidnapped, and here you are telling me that Vampires and Werewolves exist. I wasn’t born yesterday, okay?" I say, angry that he’s taking this as a joke. "I know it’s a lot to take in, Alex. I understand. If I were in your position, I would react the same way, but what I’m telling you is true. The supernatural world does exist."

He placed his arms on the table and looked me in the eyes, "Histories of special wolves are always concealed, Hazel. Common werewolves like us don't know or talk about them until we meet one. Because for us, they are a myth. You heard of dinosaurs, right?" "Okay, I got your point. So what do you think I am?" I asked him while gazing at the page that I just read. The page had a paragraph stating all kinds of rare wolves that used to exist in ancient times. White wolves, silver wolves, hexen-wolves, lycanthropes, and red wolves. According to the book, three of them disappeared over time because of hunger for power by some werewolves or other supernaturals, but lycanthropes and red wolves still

she says, then laughs at her untold joke. “Haha, very funny but I don't care if he's sixty by the time I'm ready to tie the knot. I'll still going to marry him,” “You are so whipped, aren't you?” “Just like you are for Vance's dick,” I retort and a blush instantly occupied her face. She clears her throat and sits properly. “I have something to tell you.” Her face has gone from playful to serious. “Werewolves exist, does that mean other creatures like witches also exist?”

While they were unable to get a good look at the creature, they reported that it had a human-like face and seemed to be staring at them before disappearing into the trees. Since then, there have been numerous other sightings of werewolves in the woods, with people reporting everything from strange howls in the night to encounters with ghostly figures. Many of these sightings have occurred during the full moon, leading some to believe that the werewolves in the woods may only transform under the light of the moon. Despite the numerous sightings, there has been no concrete evidence that werewolves actually exist in the Greendale woods. However, this has not stopped the townspeople from believi