Early 2000s Werewolf Movies 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.”

I walked into the back room to change, thinking of the witch hunt story from five years ago filling my head again. Author's POV *Flashback* About twenty-five or six years ago, I couldn't exactly remember which it was but there was a witch raid all over the packs in the werewolf territory. From the Capital district down to the smallest and weakest of packs. But how did all of this come about?

I look at my clock and see I have 10 minutes left so I put on my shoes and texted Derric that I will be waiting for them in the lobby. We have arrived at the royal castle 10 minutes early. After they announced us we walked into the hall. We start mingling with the other werewolves that are present. Mostly all the unmated supernatural are present except for the Alpha, Beta, and third in command couples. We have to be here no exception. I look around hoping to find someone that looks interesting to talk to. I see a young fairy walking towards me. "Hi, my name is Celia. I'm the sister of the fairy queen."

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

“Aria… I know you're dying to know everything. Just ask me.” Well, damn. No pressure, right? I glance at Lucas, who gives me a little nod like, Go on, ask him. So I do. “What happened to Moon River? Like... why the hell is this place cursed?” Alpha Marcel groans like I just brought up a painful childhood memory, then leans back against the couch. “It was a long-ass time ago,” he starts. “Back during the North American Werewolf War in the 60s. A whole bloody mess. Packs were getting slaughtered left and right. Moon River was losing hard…warriors dying, territory gone, shit was bad.”

Silver moonlight pierced through the ancient oaks of Hampstead Heath, casting long shadows across my face as I tracked the hunters' movements. My newfound werewolf senses picked up their acrid scent - gun oil and silver, a deadly combination that made my stomach churn. Three months ago, I'd been nothing more than a corporate executive nursing a broken heart. Now, I stood at the edge of a centuries-old clearing, helping coordinate the defense of a werewolf pack against trained killers.

He suddenly got excited, and thought that would be the cutest thing ever. "Oh, sorry. Their lingo is starting to rub off on me. They refer to werewolf children as pups." "Do they actually turn into puppies?" Jacob twisted his fingers and rocked back and forth on his feet, hoping they did. 'How freaking adorable would that be!' Jacob thought. "No. They don't shift for the first time until they're 16. Although it has happened before. But it's extremely rare. There have only been three or four cases documented." The Alpha said as he sat down at the counter and opened his laptop.

Ten years later: The night was dark and loud with little wolves howling. It was shifting season and many younger ones have started to change into their wolf form. She read through the reports with a deep frown. Ten years have passed, and the war was getting worse. The werewolf population has started a wholesale war against humans as well. Vampire though they might seem scarce, held so many important positions in the human world. When werewolves started to attack them so openly, it sparked the feud between humans and werewolves, thus…. The second war between the three species began.

Yes we are Dominique but I need to explain to you the history of werewolves so you'll understand where our family line comes in" my aunt explained carefully. "About a thousand years ago, when werewolves first appeared, they were powerful beings of light. With white fur that would shine brightly as the moon,They were one of the most graceful mystical beings on this earth".

Maybe all love is. "Witches have been roaming Lakewood since the 16th century. So have werewolves. I'm sorry you had to experience that. You did the right thing coming here. No one is going to hurt you here." His explanation was so calm. As if he had been dealing with this all his life. But of course he did, after all he was a real life werewolf. And I wasn't really keen on seeing him in that form again, the first time was already traumatic.