Fantasy Werewolf Art Novels & Stories

I haven’t seen the art he’s got on his broad back just yet. My body moves on its own, bringing me dragging over the sheets in a curious approach to examine and admire the beautiful art painted onto his skin. I lift my hands and tentatively touch and stroke the large head of a silver-blue wolf with very vibrant lilac eyes. Its fur is streaming, creating an impression of wind blowing through and fanning it out to Vyin’s upper back, his sides, and down to his waistline.

My gaze was locked on the mirror in front of me, on the masterpiece which now decorated my skin. Black and grey ink twisted across my back and down my right arm, hinting at dominance, power, and raw masculinity. A massive wolf head stretched across my shoulder blade, its fur shaded in deep strokes, giving it a lifelike texture. From its snarling mouth, dark smoke curled downward, merging with a coiling serpent wrapped around my bicep, giving the illusion that it could slither right off my arm. But the best part? The details that were hidden within the art.

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

“True werewolves have prints. These are marks you can see anywhere in their body, either in their human or wolf form. Newborns don’t bear any prints or mark because they’re originally humans.” This made Zane’s brows creased. “What kinds of prints are we talking about?” Zeev answered for him this time, “Hmm, you can say it’s like a birthmark of werewolves. A true werewolf is going to have their own unique print.” Unconsciously, hearing this, Zane mindlessly touched his chest and felt his necklace under his shirt. He had never heard such a thing in werewolf myths and hearing it somehow made him want to see one. It would be so cool to see a werewolf’s print!

Instead, she is greeted by a variety of tastefully done oil paintings that were probably waiting to be displayed in the front hall. Erin knew she should call out to Farida, but she was so captivated by the sheer talent displayed here, that all she could do was just stand there and get an eyeful. One huge painting propped on an easel caught her attention, and Erin walked toward it to get a closer look. Standing in front of the easel, her breath left her. The painting showed two giant werewolves standing on a hill at sunset, their eyes trained on a glowing white stone that appeared to float above their heads. What stunned her the most was that one of the werewolves in the painting was her in w

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

Another was about a female wolf worried about being far too furry and thought no boy would like her. Many of the books were quite silly. I picked up another one. It was old and worn out, but also looked like it hadn’t been touched in years and years, maybe because one touch would render it to dust. It was on old parchment paper and was not of this century. Feeling the weight of the book, I could tell a few pages were already missing, but also that this story was much, much different to all the other folk tales. Scanning it, I became entranced by the hand-drawn images of a beautiful female werewolf. The words were faded, pages that were still there were ripped and stained. Luckily, I could ma

“Anyway, so yeah, the two are related in the sense we both have the moon as our source, or rather, center of magic. I'll let John explain more about that one, but it all started with certain families who were given that ‘blessing’. As I mentioned earlier, many believe that it was done so by the entity that many call the Moon Goddess. And by many, I mean the vampires, mostly. And some of the werewolves.” “And they say, and by ‘they’, I mean the vampires, that when she made both them and werewolves, she then designated the vampires as the ones she would be directly linked to. And for this reason, a lot of us think that we’re more superior than the werewolves in every sense of the word. It soon

It was nothing new—but the feeling hit differently every time. Despite my reservations, I'm not sure about getting comfortable in his humble abode but here I was, fascinated with the decor of this place. From the tapestries glued on the upper windows, down to a hallway filled with paintings hung on the walls from left to right. One of the paintings caught my attention. It had a haunting image that could send shivers down the spine of anyone, or possibly a museophobic would be disinterested, given the fact that they never have good taste in art. But I stood there as my fingers caressed the painting. It's a drawing of a werewolf giving its heart to a human girl.

It seems they’ve come to the conclusion that the artist ‘Flora’ is not the same person as the woman from the pictures, and the woman who was here before. I’m safe. For now, at least. I just need to get through the remainder of this trip and return to Bo’Arrocan, to Miles, before anything else happens. With that, I begin my talk, pulling up the slides I prepared. My collection for this show is a series of portraits depicting humans and wolves intertwining. It’s meant to represent bridging the gap between humans and werewolves, baring ourselves in our most primal states—humans in the nude, werewolves in their wolf forms.