Good Books About Werewolves Novels & Stories

"You're talking about a blood bond. A true mate bond." "Is that possible? Between a wolf and a hybrid?" "I don't know. It's never been done. The old texts say it requires a willing sacrifice from both. A mixing of blood at the moment of greatest need." She shook her head. "It's just a Myth." "Myths come from somewhere." Lyra leaned closer, her voice low. “Since the werewolf mark in me is drawn to the strongest alpha in a pack, why don’t you train to become that strong alpha? Then maybe you could either match him in strength… or my mark would start responding to your blood.”

Kimberly After Jason leaves out the office, I continue to read through one of their history books. I've read three of them so far and there are many more books about werewolves here in Jason's office. Reading these books has taught me a lot about werewolves. I've learned about the moon goddess and about many of their traditions and ways of life. I've read about different wars that the wolves have fought against other supernatural creatures. I've learned a lot of interesting things from reading these books.

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked

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

So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my interest such as Little Women, A Tale Of Two Cities, Wuthering Heights and others. All of these books were about humans and I admired the wide selection of books that this room had. I tried to find one that was all about werewolves like the library back at my pack had, but I found only one that was labelled 'In The Beginning' and it was written by none other than the eldest werewolf alive who was Gareth Coleman. In the synopsis, it stated his life as an old werewolf dated back to the time when werewolves were discovered and ended when werewolves were thought to be just myths.

I retrieved it and found a secluded spot to continue reading. The book described the white wolves as the first werewolves created by the moon goddess. They had extraordinary abilities to heal, control the earth, and communicate directly with the moon goddess. However, their powers made them targets of jealousy and greed. Our ancestors, driven by their desire for power, had waged war against the white wolves, ultimately leading to their near extinction.

The rest of the world could have burned down, and in here, it would still smell like old paper and ink. Perfect. I’d pulled three entire stacks of books around me, a fortress of leather bindings and worn pages: histories of werewolves, dense texts on Lycans, thin, brittle pamphlets about old bloodlines, even obscure case studies of wolfless wolves and the rare, desperate stories of those who’d somehow triggered their first shift late in life. None of it helped.

I'd spent most of the night awake unable to sleep, despite taking pain killers that were meant to make my sleep peaceful, my laptop hidden under the blankets while Damon slept peacefully beside me, oblivious to my silent panic. I'd researched wolves—real wolves, mythological wolves, werewolf legends from every culture I could find. And the more I read, the worse it got. Wolves were predators. Pack animals that hunted together, that protected their territory viciously, that saw humans as either threats or prey. The folklore was even more disturbing—stories of werewolves luring humans into false security before revealing their true nature, of rituals requiring human sacrifice, of creatures tha

I have a question I gotta ask you about something,” I had to think of a way to put this that won’t come off too strange, “I have been really into SCI-FI here lately. What do you know about werewolves?” He coughed a little like he was choking on his own spit or something, “I know a lot actually. What do you want to know? You been watching the wolf man or something?” I smiled and put on my other boot, “Actually, I’m in the middle of this book and something stood out and I just thought for shits and giggles that I would would ask you if you thought that they exist.” The line got silent and he coughed again. I think he is smoking his herbs. I rolled my eyes. Good thing he has a license for that

He added and began to read while I chuckled. “What’s in that...?” I asked him. “It’s a funny myth… Monsters and everything…” He added and I began to laugh while walking around that row when suddenly, I looked at the portion of 15th to 17th century where I found a book on Werewolves. I couldn’t believe that I would ever find a whole book on Werewolves. I quickly walked over to it and grabbed it. The book looked quite old but seemed informative.