Fantasy Werewolf Art Novels & Stories

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

Fenna smiled at him and scraped her throat, “Because Lola is here for the first time, I would like to tell the story of Agnitus it is one of my personal favorites.” The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained do

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until

"Hard to argue with that." While her father was pulled into a conversation with a senior Council member, Willow wandered through the rows of art. The pieces were arresting—hyper-realistic depictions of the natural world and ancient lupine myths. One painting showed a Great Wolf with fur of liquid gold, eyes burning with a primal, ancient fire.

It's an image of a werewolf, it's body parts fully labelled. I shook my head as the thought of my father actually studying werewolves occured to me. I put the paper down but my eyes caught another one. It's another sheet of paper and this time there's a more interesting image on it. An image of a big werewolf, it's body full of deep brown hairs. It has it's face pointed up, howling, it's eyes flowing a bright blue. For a long while, I stood there, lost in it's eyes, watching and feeling myself drawing into them.

he replied "Can't we device a means to kill them? I mean..they know how to defeat us even on the full moon." Axel sighed "Nina..the thing is we're yet to face the most powerful of them.He's the main cause of this war.His mother was a werewolf.She married a vampire,a forbidden act.She was killed along with the vampire.They had him before that though." "So you can imagine.He's a half werewolf.He knows our every weaknesses.Probably the one who gave away the tactic of defeating us even on the full moon"

Now curious as to why he was looking at it, I slowly turned to the large frame handing on the wall by a suit of armour. Although partially obscured by the low light, I managed to see what was on the picture. It looked like a painting, depicting a scene of battle—a large werewolf in its true form running towards an army with other wolves following behind it. Somehow, the werewolf had a sort of striking resemblance with Alpha Alaric.

She quickly gathered the fabric, needles, scissors, sketch paper, and brushes, her movements swift and efficient. Isabella swiftly sketched a few designs, her werewolf - enhanced creativity flowing. "Ava, which one do you think looks the best?" Ava admired each design, unable to pick just one. "Bella, all your designs are beautiful. You have a true talent, just like a master werewolf designer." In the werewolf world, artistic skills were highly respected, and Isabella's talent was undeniable.

I glanced at her, and adjusted the blanket on her body. I sat at the edge of the bed without moving an inch. She sketched a wolf with grey eyes earlier, and insisted that the wolf in her drawing was a princess. The princess was coming to save the werewolves from an ancient curse. I couldn't shake the weird feeling I had when I stared at the wolf's grey eyes, and anytime I looked at the rough sketch, I felt like I had a connection with the picture. My thoughts were a tangled mess, louder than the silence that engulfed me.

I see the bites blend together into one tattoo. There was two wolves and a vampire. It looks like the wolves are worshipping the vampire. The vampire has a crown on her head. On the bottom of the tattoo there was 4 pups. All white. Everyone went off to the reception while Saph, Edward and I stay behind. We are watching the sun go down. " I need to confess something to the both of you." Saphhire look at both of us. "I am pregnant." I have never been this happy in my life.