Egyptian Wolf Goddess Novels & Stories

Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of sorrow and something else—perhaps fear, or even guilt. "Dire Wolves are the first creation of the Moon Goddess Selene," she began quietly, "They were her greatest and most terrible creation. At the beginning of time, Selene wanted a species that embodied both the strength and beauty of wolves and the power of divine beings. But what she created was far from perfect."

"Mother Celine, Goddess of Werewolves. Oh, I'm so glad you're here. Please tell these peasants to unhand me." Odessa's mouth opened and closed in amazement. She knew the Moon Goddess went by the name Celine. It was in every werewolf folklore. But why was Elody referring to her as such? She looked at the woman, who smiled sheepishly, and then at Alaric, who immediately mouthed two words. Play along. Odessa cleared her throat, lifting her chin and drawing back her shoulders. "Savior, release Elody this instant." Savior let her go, and she suddenly went to her knees with her head bowed in submission.

"You need to talk to your wolf. Encourage her every day to ascend. If not, it will be too late!" "Too late for what?!" I questioned, curious. "You see, Jaque!" She sat straight and took the twig she used to me earlier. She began drawing lines on the ground. "This is the moon goddess and these are her children from different faces of our world!" She drew a big circle and small circles above the big circle. "This is Shiva, her child that represented the wolf clan!" She pointed at the smallest circle. "I am her youngest?!" I asked as I sat straight, following her. She just nodded at me without glancing in my direction.

She says, as a whisper. Nevertheless, everyone can hear her. They all hear what she said, but nobody moves. Except for their eyes as they look to Orpheus for direction. All eyes looking toward our leader for what to do with the beast in front of them. A beast that should no longer exist yet, unfortunately, here I am. In front of them all. Orpheus is shell shocked, frozen in place. His eyes are as wide as saucers. Fear. Disbelief. Anger. Those three emotions can be read in his gaze. He looks conflicted, which is an emotion I’ve not ever seen on his face before. However, this is something new to us all. Wolves. Werewolves, to be exact, have been extinct for over a century now. Hunters wiped th

Finally when her muscles were unable to even twitch, the creature roared aloud as it spurted jets of cum inside all of her holes. The hot jets of its cum hit straight her womb, filling her completely, making her fall down on the ground like a helpless, limbless creature. When the creature was done cumming, it dropped Maya's unmoving, tired body to the ground and disappeared. When the next day Maya woke up in Vishous's arms, he informed her that finally, they were mated and the rules of mate bond had been changed by the werewolf God. Their God would be coming every full moon from now on to take her.

“A curse? You blind fools wouldn’t know a blessing if it bit you.” Gasps rippled through the room, but Merrick didn’t flinch. “That girl,” he said, pointing at me, “isn’t just a wolf. She’s sacred. A wolf goddess—born once in a thousand years. Her blood carries the Moon’s power itself.” The hall fell into stunned silence. “What nonsense is this?” the elder scoffed. “You expect us to believe such a tale?” “It’s no tale,” Merrick said firmly. “I’ve tested her blood myself.”

Her words hit me like a blow to the chest, leaving me breathless, each syllable sinking deeper into my mind, planting seeds of questions I didn’t know how to voice. Iris continued, her tone steady yet heavy with the burden of her story. “From the very beginning of the wolves’ existence, I stood as the very first white wolf goddess, the embodiment of their purity and strength. Divinity was gifted to me by the Moon Goddess herself. She raised me as her own and cherished me as a daughter. And I loved her with all my being.”

The air rushed from my lungs. “I remember! I remember everything! You… you’re a witch! And I’m… Draco, I have a wolf. I’m a werewolf too!” I grabbed his shoulders, excitement flooding through me. “Technically, a she-wolf,” he chuckled. “But yeah, you’re one of us.” “So… will you unbind my wolf?” I asked, full of expectation. “Oh God, I still feel like this is a dream.” “We worship the Moon Goddess, Selene. Once you gain your wolf, you’ll feel that connection begin to grow,” Draco said. Selene… a Goddess.

“Let’s sit down.” We took a seat at the corner of the table, sitting next to each other. I waited for Pernwél to at least take a bite from her sandwich and as she did she made a little satisfactory sound, I knew I would be putty in her hands. The big bad Alpha wolf, turned down a notch by this tiny girl. “You know how I told you we have wolf spirits inside us?” She nodded and I continued. “We have a deity, the Moon Goddess, she has given each wolf spirit the perfect body to reside in - so that we could live in perfect harmony.”

Iris flinched in protest, but I sent her a gentling look before turning back to him. “Folk tales? The Goddess is the source of all wolves’ strength, the power that binds a Pack together, the source of strength that guides us on the hunt. She defends our identity and guides us to our best future. To attack me is to attack the Goddess, and to attack the Goddess is to attack the very heart and soul of all wolves.” “Like most bullshit, you use very pretty words, but it’s still bullshit,” he said. I looked at him, seeing him through the Goddess’s eyes.