German Werewolf Folklore Novels & Stories

Turning to Giovanni, Isabella mustered the courage to pose her question once more, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Giovanni, did I... Did I just have intimate relations with a wild creature, with a wolf, and not a human?" Giovanni's gaze softened as he met Isabella's fearful eyes. After a brief pause, he nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth. "Yes, Isabella. The creature you encountered, the one we shared that intimate connection with, was indeed a werewolf."

it was obvious Alex was worried about which location Adler would choose, "What is it?" I asked with a little bad feeling. Alex frowned for a moment, "We suspect that Adler will choose the Land of Ashes as the site of the war "Why?" "That place is one of the neutral territories, but werewolves cannot bring out their wolf form in the Land of Ashes." he explained, "Several hundred years ago there was a big war between werewolves, several thousand of us died there because of the war. It was a very long winter, it was almost impossible to bury all the war dead in the ground that had hardened with snow. So the authorities at the time decided to burn the bodies all at once to ashes. Now it's a sacr

she looked extremely worried but I calmed her down and explained to her about my plans and the contract we signed, that seemed to ease her a bit but I could still sense worry. "I'm fine grandmother. I promise." she pulled me into a tight embrace and let me lie on her leg while she patted my hair and sang me an ancient wolf lullaby. Werewolves originated from a land now known as Sweden before they were chased out by Darius, so their acient lullabies are written in swedish, but only the old werewolves like my grandma could translate it. "Grandma, remind me the meaning of the lullaby " I asked.

and looked down the hallway, obviously checking to see if anyone was coming our way. He then proceeded to lock the windows before striding back to stand in front of me. The look on his face turned serious. "Haera look, I know there are a lot of possible ways in which this can be explained. I trust you and believe you're telling the truth but there are somethings you need to get straight, you said you felt the sincerity of your mate and yet you doubt him now." He was now talking in a whisper. "I--" He shushed me. "What you felt isn't just because you could see it in his eyes, it's because he is your mate. I know you have every reason to doubt him but you also have every reason to know that a

He was tired of being curious and being lied to. He desired answers– answers to feed his curiosity. He was set to trail that wizard's scent and find him. He'd done all he could to make Loreen confess but, her lips were shut and whenever she opened them, nothing but lies escaped those filthy lips of hers. After driving for more than 5 hours, he reached a certain spot where his car could no longer move. He'd driven in the normal city fo Bavaria, just to be able to cross the werewolf territory that humans believed was a territory for the wealthy. It was where werewolves settled, disguising to be rich and wealthy just to avoid suspicion.

It will be hard to keep yourself separated from your body. They watched the memory as Gelert’s head popped up in the back of the woman’s mind as she smelled him. Carefully, she stood up and approached the bassinet. “Who sent you?” the woman, Gelert, asked as she placed the child in his bed. The wolf growled but she understood what he said. He was sent by Actis, a jealous god who despised the special treatment that the werewolves received. “You will not get him,” she warned him as she shifted.

"It's quite hard." They reached Moon's point forty five minutes later. It was six p.m. Moon's point was a clearing in the forest with big beautiful rocks that had been painted. It was a picnic spot during day time and a lovers nest at night. Everyone in town loved it and it had existed even before Gina was born. Her parents and almost every older person in the town had been there. It was a respected place and people were always requested not to do anything inappropriate there but some wild young people never listened to that. Few people went there at night anyway. Not many liked being in the woods after dark.

The werewolf originated in the times of ancient Greece when their gods reigned supreme. During one fateful festivity, Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, was in need of a meat to serve. Too lazy to go hunting for wild game or to slaughter a lamb, he served the Greek god, Zeus (who was the ruler of the sky and of all gods and mankind), a meal made from the remains of a sacrificed boy. This severely enraged Zeus. As punishment, the angered god turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves. They were to be looked upon by the rest of humanity as something to abhor.