Irish Werewolf Folklore Novels & Stories

We thought she was safe, everyone was so careful and then it all changed when Ireland was 16 years old. “I was her protector and I failed her then and I guess I have failed her again.” Anger laced Erik’s voice. “As you know at 18 years old werewolves can start to sense their mates. I had stupidly encouraged Ire to go for a run. We were close to the boundary when she felt it a pull she said even only being 16. She was so excited she ran back to the cabin and entered through the back gate still in her wolf form. She was excited about sensing her mate which I now assume was you Oliver and I was just focused on her that we didn’t sense them, the other wolves that had seen her. Her eyes were a gi

what happened to the moon goddess lover, many said he was hunted for his incredible powers and his whole people were decimated. This in turn drove the moon goddess to near insanity. As time moved on her child grew up and fell in love, in turn passing on the wolf abilities. The moon goddess blessing each one with a wolf. Over time it became more diluted as hundreds of years passed, and more generations were created we have what is known now. We have a suspicion and we are never far from the truth that Iris- your mate, is off the same magical being as the moon goddess lover.” “We think Iris is a druid, do you think that’s what the lover could have been?” “I believe so” I couldn’t believe it I

We both giggled “But you know that they all just serve as a fun distraction for me until I find my one true mate,” Iris remarked with a smile. The idea of meeting her partner, who the Moon goddess had predestined for her, thrilled her much. Yes, your guess was correct! I’m a witch, and Iris is a werewolf. And sure, it’s true that all those things older kids told you around ridiculous campfires or in the dark to scare the living daylights out of you are true. There is magic. It was also very much true that there were monsters, creatures, and things you would never

Romaine then glimpse at her two adopted individuals who were once waifs. “It was my cousin Avril who approached me with the moonflower. He’s the alpha of the Irish Pack,” Cyrill revealed to the raven-blacked-haired woman in front of him. “But, aren’t werewolves only have their corporeal form during full moons?” She asked curiously. “If you’re referring to folklores and mythologies and Hollywood movies, then yes. But real life werewolves…” Cyrill then sighed heavily, perhaps also because of the frigid air.

"Don't be scared. I will not hurt you. I am the moon goddess." "What do you want with me?" My voice was trabbeling. I was so scared that I couldn't move. When I found the strength to move again I walked backwards, but I came with my back against what felt like a wall. thé woman came closer and I saw that she was pure withe even her skin was. I felt her power and I knew she was not from this world. She was neither a ghost. It was like she was something in between. I know now she was really thé moon goddess. I had heard from it from Ava. I learned that she made all wolves and werewolves on earth. She was the first one of them all. "I was your mother in your first after live."

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 down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

Among the Werewolves, the prevailing belief was that true mates were nothing more than fictional narratives, a figment of imagination never realized in reality. The subject of true mates remained shrouded in mystery, even when inquired of the moon goddess herself. Instead of offering clarity, she responded with enigmatic smiles, perpetuating the confusion among the Werewolves. Yet, the very idea of having a true mate intrigued Arabella profoundly. Legends suggested that these unions were predestined by the moon goddess herself, forging an unbreakable bond between two souls. Even after death, they remained inseparable, destined to be reborn repeatedly, eternally seeking their mate in each new

She was slightly bigger than my wolf. “Who are you!?” I asked. She rolled her eyes and sighed “She’s Iris, a moon wolf, my ancient ancestors went extinct centuries ago. She wanted vengeance and took your body but failed expectacularly.” My wolf replied who was lying down like she had seen enough. “She still thought magical werewolves still existed, which not anymore.” “Ugh whatever Selene. This new era of ordinary wolves is boring, not to mention you’re co-existing with those lizards.”