Irish Werewolf Folklore Novels & Stories

“I'm so sorry Iris… your father told me last night, there was nothing I could do” I was frozen in place as my life flashed before my eyes. The Lycan king was termed the beast Lycan because of his infamous reputation. He'd been married five times and all his wives had gone missing within months. The rumors were that he was cursed and he'd killed them, or worse, eaten them. I couldn't believe my father hated me enough to practically sell me to the beast. Was this how my life would end prematurely? “I'm not going to get married,” I said in a low voice, and I meant it. I'd been weak for too long, let people walk over me and insult me. Enough.

Eel glared; the guard stared at the middle distance like he’d never heard humor in his life. Erynos’ staff ticked stone. “Majesty,” he murmured, soft but carrying, “a word the court must hear: werewolves crossed in three lines last night. They sought her. Not to kill. To claim. The legend stirs.” The room absorbed that like poison. A murmur. A hush to swallow it. Eyes crawled over me as if I was a puzzle they didn’t like the picture to. I twirled my dagger. “Tell the legend to mind its business.”

It was as if I was transversed into another universe as I was clearly hearing what was going on, the words were entering my ears at a faster pace. "The werewolf is a mythological animal and the subject of many stories throughout the universe, which could lead to diverse nightmares, Werewolves are, according to some legends, people who morph into vicious, powerful wolves. Others are a mutant combination of humans and wolves. But all are bloodthirsty beasts who cannot control their lust for killing people and animals. One of the legends states that a fair maiden whose name was - Gilgamesh, jilted a potential lover because she had turned her previous mate into a wolf.

Iris announced randomly… as if she wasn’t opening my eyes to a new world. “White wolves come from the extinct pack– White Shade pack…” It was more of a statement than a question. Yet, Iris answered, “Yes. The white shade pack is believed to be the first werewolf pack to exist and the goddess took her time to create white wolves. They are the purest breeds. It’s a pity their pureness led to their extinction.”

Kael stepped in front of her, massive, protective, lethal. The scent grew stronger. Then a twig snapped. From the shadows stepped a lone wolf, smaller, gray-furred, eyes glowing unnatural amber. It wasn’t pack. It wasn’t wild. It was something else entirely. A spy. A harbinger. And on its flank, burned into the fur like a brand, was a symbol Elara recognized from the old tapestries in the manor... A broken chain wrapped around a bleeding moon. The mark of the northern packs. The mark of war.

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

Had black hair with sparse grey ones in between, wearing his cassock with a briefcase that contained the tools he needed for the cleansing. “You all need to leave, maybe Seth and the boy’s father can stay back.” Father Benjamin said and they all vacated the room. Christine took a while before she adhered but she was reminded that the more time she takes, the more her son’s life is in danger. “The wolf blood witches have been in existence since the far 1700s. They have a rule; whatever is given must be returned. They always seem to show up when you’re desperate for something. Remember, whatever deal you make with the devil, he will always win.

Were werewolves real? “Remember the picture?” Ellie continued, “Two full-grown grey wolves, The Timberwolf is Mom and the Irish grey wolf is Dad. Then three a bit smaller, that’s me, Eddy, and Elsie. You can tell which one is Elsie because the strawberry birthmark on her right leg grows a different colour fur than the rest of her, her one hind leg it’s reddish brown instead of grey, Eddy and I are just grey and white. Obviously, he’s the one with the dick showing. He was too proud of that thing to stick a leg in front for the photos.” Elsie gave her sister a nudge to get her back on topic. “Okay. So then the smaller ones are the pups, Felicity, Freya, Kassie, and Kevin. That picture was take

He replied and I laughed. "I don't know much about werewolves, according to the book I read about werewolves, in European folklore, they're humans who turn into wolves at night and devour people, animals or corps but returns back to their human form by day." I explained. "What? is such things real?" He asked. How I wish I could see his face right now, sadly he's a mask guy. "Hold on, i'm not done with my explanation," I scolded. "Fine...go ahead i'm listening," He said.

Iris sat perched on the edge of her bed, her leg restless and her eyes darting anxiously towards the door as if anticipating the arrival of someone or something. The air was heavy with tension, thick with the weight of unanswered questions and unspoken truths. And as I watched Iris, I couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity gnawing at the edges of my mind. How could she be a werewolf when everything I had ever known about her pointed to her being a gentle flower spirit? The room itself seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls like specters in the night. Strange symbols adorned the walls, their meaning lost to me but their presence add