Historical Fiction/fantasy With Werewolves Novels & Stories

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

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.

He opened the book to the first story and began to read it out loud so everyone in the room could hear. His rich baritone voice filled the space as he read the tale aloud, telling us of Karl and his chosen mate Eydís, who was given a wolf companion of her own, and how they and their feuding clans became the first true werewolves. It was a beautiful tale, one that almost ended in tragedy, and an insightful look at their history. Wesley’s history.

From what I hear, they seem to value it very highly. When he finally stops, I also stop at a particularly thick book called Werewolves, Spires, and Shifters: Complete Edition. On the front is a picture of a menacing werewolf ready to devour a human and a human fighting a truly horrible Shifter with a strange spear. I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me.

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“It’s possible, but rare. It’s really only with those who were never intended to be a werewolf.” “You sound as if the werewolf was created like man was created,” I chuckled. “The werewolf is a species transplanted from another planet, as is the vampire and the elf,” she said with the smugness of someone who was all knowing. I sat in silence while I tried to absorb what she was telling me. As crazy as it was, I was actually beginning to believe it. “Can I pry a little?” Cindy asked. “Sure,” I said apprehensively. “I guess.”

The chapter dedicated to werewolves is long and thoroughly detailed, Alexander tells me this is because the author of the book was a werewolf. I start to read the chapter regarding werewolves, their pack hierarchy, the tiers, the self-sustaining practices, their dedication to the Goddess, and of course, their history. The Were history is rife with pack wars, inter-pack wars, betrayals, and pack takeovers. I’m surprised at this and tell Alexander so.

I told the old woman as I left her house, it was one of the many houses that were afraid of King Ned, the werewolf king, finding out about our conversation with them, I couldn’t blame them, the last time the king found out about his people seeking for his son’s help, they paid the price with their lives, or their loved ones lives, they didn’t want to go through that pain again, and I couldn’t force them to, but they needed help, and us knowing what they needed was the only way we could provide it. “Princess, it’s getting dark, we need to head back before anyone sees you roaming the street at night, you know how it is when women walk around at night in these kingdoms” Daniel said looking at m

Most of the books were more ledgers than anything, records of the pack’s history, but there was small section of classic books, some of which appeared to be first editions. Feeling a little excited over the prospect I searched the title, looking at the familiar names, the literary classics, before stopping on a title I had never heard of by an author I didn’t know. I was a big reader I always had been, so it was rare for me to come across an old book that held no recognition whatsoever. With a careful touch I pulled the leather-bound book from the shelf and read through the blurb finding myself amused as I discovered that the book was story of werewolves, apparently written by a human, a fan