Greek Mythology Werewolf Novels & Stories

Ancient paintings, mostly painted by famous artists, were hung in strategic places, and in the corner of the room stood a large sculpture of Lycaon, the King of Arcadia and the father of werewolves - at least as far as Greek Mythology went. “Do we have to greet him now?” I asked, my stomach tightening with nervousness once again. “We can’t put it off. I can’t risk giving Viktor any extra ammunition against me,” Vasilios replied solemnly. “Arg, your father is probably going to rip my head off for disappearing in the first place,” I sighed and Vasilios put his arm around my shoulder comfortingly. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hall and we looked toward the stairs to see the Alpha an

was a good ruler who brought forward his town and erected an altar to Zeus, he came to commit human sacrifices, to the point of killing all foreigners who appeared in the city, Ovid affirms, violating one of the most sacred laws in Greece, that of hospitality. Zeus found out, posed as a stranger, and stayed in the Palace of Lycaon, the king's subjects had a presentiment of something, Lycaon to make sure he served the meat of one of his victims to Zeus, who, furious, destroyed the palace and transformed the king into a wolf. According to legend, the first recognized werewolf was Lycaon, king of Arcadia, Greece. In Greek mythology, Lycaon was a wise and cultured king and a highly religious pe

It was our second anniversary, a time when things were simpler. — From what I read, the legend is about a king of Ancient Greece, Lycaon, who always killed those who stayed in his palace... one night, Zeus disguised himself as an old man, and asked the king for shelter, who somehow discovered that he was Zeus, so as a form of blasphemy and mockery, he served human flesh to the God of Olympus, who cursed him to become a monster, a wolf.

Chapter Twelve: A meeting with his lips In folklore, a werewolf[a] (Old English: werwulf, "man-wolf") or occasionally lycanthrope/ˈlaɪkənˌθroʊp/ (Greek: λυκάνθρωποςlukánthrōpos, "wolf-person") is a human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf (or, especially in modern film, a therianthropichybrid wolflike creature), either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction (often a bite or scratch from another werewolf). Early sources for belief in this ability or affliction, called lycanthropy/laɪˈkænθrəpi/, are Petronius (27–66) and Gervase of Tilbury (1150–1228).

"Now, this night might end up well and bad. We do not know. I have seen nothing concerning this night and I do not know why Lyca has suddenly decided to be quiet about it." Lyca was the spirit they worshipped. He was the first Werewolf to ever exist and had paved the way for future Werewolves by sacrificing his soul to the moon. And this way, Werewolves could pray to him for good luck and safety. He was an intermediary to the Moon goddess, Luna.

“Well, there are two Greek legends with regards to whom or what Lupus was. The first, was a wolf speared by a centaur in readiness for sacrifice. There is another constellation close to Lupus called ‘The Alter’, which is said to connect the two together…” “And the second?” I prodded, wanting to know more. “Well, the second isn’t too pretty. Some believe that the stars represented King Lycoan of Arcadia. He offered a plate of food to Zeus… only the food he presented was human flesh. Zeus found out and turned the King and his children into wolves…” “Oh, he was a lovely chap then.” I said as my eyebrows knitted together in disgust. “Ha! It’s all old tales from a long time ago, but there are sti

Samantha chuckled. "Seriously ?" I pouted. "Just kidding," Samantha laughed. "We have a legend of our creation. Our kind was cursed by Zeus. He cursed king Lycaon and his sons to turn into the first werewolves. Goddess Luna pitied us, she blessed us to become a perfect blending of animal and human, having dual character but existing in harmony in one body and a single soul. Each pack was given an Alpha who would lead on behalf of Luna. Believing that we would be able to exist in peace together, she left the Alphas to rule as they saw fit. Soon enough, petty jealousy and power struggles ensued. Peace was finally shattered when we allowed our animal sides to take charge and began raiding, pill

Selene said. “I am Mother Nature, of course my daughter would have powers concerning all animals.” Gaia scoffed. “Ah, but werewolves aren’t just animals.” Selene said. “Yes, and although you are the Moon Goddess, nothing I’ve read says you specifically created them.” I said. Selene was taken aback by my statement. Though she did not refute it. The only Goddesses that do have ties to wolves are Leto, my grandmother, and Artemis my Aunt/Niece. Zeus really needs to learn to keep it in his pants.

Selene, Lenard, and Louis, but the rest will be the surprise you will soon learn of. Even I fear you. I may be a shifting messenger, but one hit from you, and I will need to be revived. You are the strongest of the gods, Leonidas, and I am in no position to go up against you. That is why I don’t want to teach my boys your tactics; they cannot win the war, and none of you here can teach them, including the children. I’m not being afraid of my sons, but what they will become is a monster that needs to be felt with wisdom. Perhaps the wisdom Louise can help us within guidance, without planting the desires of one’s heart in this, it may be hard to build this, but it’s needed.” I nodded but then

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.