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Boys these days didn’t care much for cartoons anymore; they preferred superhero stories which—of course—always included some form of fighting. “At the very least, don’t give them nightmares,” Maera argued again. “Nightmares, Mae? Come on, don’t be ridiculous. I was just telling them a werewolf story. Why would they have nightmares about that?” Maera stopped in her tracks, turning to look at her best friend with a warning glare that made Crystal instantly fall silent. “Fine. No more werewolf stories,” Crystal said, pretending to zip her lips and toss the invisible zipper away. Maera took a deep breath and exhaled sharply before turning away again, continuing to carry the pile of laundry with

I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity and apprehension. Aunt Florence sighed heavily, her expression grave. "No one knows for certain. The legends say that the moon goddess's wrath could manifest in various ways—natural disasters, plagues, or even a curse upon the land and its people. During those times, those who had wronged the white wolves prayed fervently for death to spare them from the goddess's fury." Her words painted a grim picture of fear and regret among our ancestors. The consequences of their actions had evidently left a deep mark on werewolf history, shaping beliefs and traditions for generations.

I know he's speaking English, but I don't understand a word he's saying. "There's a whole history you need to know, but the short version is...We are being hunted. You may have heard of the term vampire, right?" I nod, and he continues. "These vampires hunt us wolfs for our blood," Cole explains. "Why?" "It cures their insatiable thirst. And when they are not thirsty, they become beings of unimaginable strength and endurance, not even armies can stop them. The only good thing, however, is that our blood also takes away their immortality, so after a hundred years, their bodies wither away and die."

Steph took a seat beside me, and we delved into a deep conversation about werewolf legends and historical accounts of similar creatures. I shared my findings from the journal, and Dr. Steph listened intently, her expression thoughtful. "It seems there might be some truth to these stories,” she said, her eyes narrowing in contemplation. "The werewolf myth spans across different cultures and periods. There must be some basis for these tales." "Do you think we are dealing with a werewolf here?" I asked, eager to hear her view on the matter.

"I'm looking for information about the town's history, particularly anything unusual or supernatural." She peered at me over her glasses, her eyes narrowing. "You're not the first one to come asking about that, you know. There's an old legend that's been passed down through generations. Some say it's just a tale, but others believe there's truth to it." My curiosity piqued, and I leaned closer, eager for any tidbit of information. "What legend?" "The legend of the Silverwood Curse," she whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of caution and excitement. "It's said that those afflicted by the curse turn into vicious beasts under the light of the full moon. They become... werewolves."

Alice trudged through the dense forest, her heart heavy with the weight of rejection and more with humiliation and shame. The Dauntless pack, the only home she had ever known, was now far behind her, and she was searching for a new beginning. She had always known that she was different from the other werewolves in the pack. While they trained and honed their strength, she spent her days buried in books and learning all she could about the world around her. Even though she was top of her class, No one ever reckoned her for her excellence in the area of knowledge,

She had to find out more! Sarah's grandma was sleeping, but she woke up after hearing the door closing. Chloe excused herself for the late visit and asked her nicely to tell her the legends of werewolves. The grandma asked Sarah to make her a tea while she started telling the story to Chloe. Chloe listened very carefully the entire story, from which she learned so much. She thanked both to Sarah and her grandma and made her way back home. While walking she was thinking at everything that has happened in such a short time and how she ended up in the middle of such a story. She was wondering if it really is real or just a dream, if she really fell in love with the Alpha of a werewolf pack...

I glare at him and march away angrily like a toddler, allowing Jason to take over the storytelling. I breathe a sigh of relief when I can finally escape to our bungalow. I quickly put the foam on my hands and bandage them again, listening attentively to any unusual sounds coming from Jason and Brock. I hate being separated from him while there are two hunters out there. I may have gone a bit overboard with my angry girlfriend performance, but as I collapse onto the couch, I smile happily. We have completed the first challenge and confirmed that the Crystal Ice Pack truly exists. This means we are going to meet other werewolves. Joy bubbles up in my chest, knowing we are on the right path. Wh

I shook my head several times, trying to erase the mysterious guy's memory from my mind. But after some deep thinking, I realized that If werewolves are real, then that floating guy in the black ensemble is also real! There are many supernatural beings inhabiting this world, and the majority of them are hiding in the dark. There are vampires, witches, werewolves, shapeshifters, and many others based on Granny's stories. She told me that, just like humans, there are good and bad supernatural beings. Dang! I miss Granny's' bedtime stories now that she is no longer with me. Fresh tears filled my eyes.