Irish Werewolf Folklore Novels & Stories

Eris picked up the conversation, “We have been told of such things around our campfires for a long time Eileen. While most of us count them as ghost stories, there is always some merit to our ancestors tales. I don’t know what this lore of your coven’s might be, but the old wizard was destructive to our lands. If his followers are active again, then we will help you against them.” I looked at Eris, and Dekota. “My coven thinks the wizard as you call him is a druid like the old times from Ireland. They think he may return, as in, he isn’t really dead. The story the coven tells is that he was banished by our gods for creating werewolves or some twisted vision of them.”

The servants brought me piles of information about the Wolf Den every day, and I wasn’t allowed to leave until the departure. Most of what people knew about the Wolf Den came from oral legends. According to the tales, part of the werewolf ancestors were banished by the Moon Goddess for disobeying her guidance. They were confined to a realm of eternal darkness, losing their powers and surviving only on black soil and decayed leaves until they died, their bones turning into gravel. It was a cursed land for werewolves, where only abandoned ones wandered. Yet, occasionally, the Goddess would show favor to one or two lucky souls. Their weeping spirits could leave there, and the bodies and pelts l

Iris's pov "Yes, he is the father to a beast." "What type of a beast?" I asked, for some reason, I am curious. "I heard that his face is covered with scars, scars that he had gotten from different wars, Father said, he is a good fighter and that no pack had ever thought of going against them, because of him, yet I heard he is a monster, he kill people and drunk their blood, he is cursed, if ever his demons come up, he will go rampage and kill a lot of people, especially she-wolves. He is more like a beast when he does that. When the curse fades away by dawn he hates himself, seeing the life that he had taken, so he decides to become a lone, he lives in a castle, far from the main pack, on th

repeated in horrified tones, saw mothers pulling their children closer, watched as pack members unconsciously stepped away from me. "Mom?" Oliver's voice trembled slightly. He knew what this accusation meant – we both did. In werewolf society, thieves were considered worse than rogues. They were wolves who stole mate bonds, who could manipulate the sacred connection between true mates. They were cursed by the Moon Goddess herself, or so the legends said.

The path beneath their feet wasn’t dirt anymore, but ash. “I feel like we’re walking on graves,” Lily muttered. Callum didn’t answer. His senses were heightened, eyes glowing faintly in his wolf state. He didn’t trust anything about this place, and for good reason. Suddenly, a branch snapped ahead. They froze. Lily raised a hand instinctively, her fingers igniting with that familiar silver-blue flame. A figure stepped out of the mist. Then another. And another. Ten in total, figures wrapped in ragged cloaks, faces masked with carved wood and animal bone. Their eyes glowed with different colors—red, gold, green, and violet—but none matched the usual shades of werewolves.

Do I need to sacrifice a goat first or something? Angelica leans forward, her eerie pale eyes practically glowing with excitement. "Over the eons since the Moon Goddess created us werewolves, there have been several reports of white wolves." ‘Like we didn’t already know that!’ Zanthe huffs. I bite my tongue, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. “These reports are mostly considered fairy tales and morality stories by the majority of wolf-kind. However, a few scholars—and we Oracles—know them to be corroborated historical events.”

Lesandra smiled at her, and Iris moved from behind me, but didn’t let go of her hand that was holding my arm. I adjusted my position and coiled an arm around her waist before I gently pulled her to my side so it would be easy for me to shield her if they decided to fire something at her. “I’m a dark fae,” Iris said. “Part dark fae and part wolf. We don’t aim to hurt our wolves unless you hurt our kings.” Brute, the biggest of them, replied to her. “I don’t have any plans to hurt King Essak or the other kings.”

Any lingering grief or fear was consumed by a bottomless well of rage. The bonfire in the center of the ceremonial grounds burned brightly. At this moment, Iris was bathed in a silvery, moon-like glow, transforming into a giant, pure white wolf. Her pure white fur and her blue eyes, glittering in the darkness, held everyone present in awe. "A gift from the Moon Goddess! It's the legendary sacred wolf form!" "A white wolf bloodline... we haven't seen one in a century! She's like the legendary Daughter of the Moon!"

I pray to the goddess he never does. I am sitting in my second hour class which I now share with Travis, Dakota, and a girl named Bitsy. She had red hair, and turquoise eyes. She was a short little thing. She was 5’2. Pretty short for your average werewolf. I did not inquire about her height cause I did not want to be rude. Travis shared with me that her pack originated from Ireland, apparently, they have ties to leprechaun’s there from thousands of years ago. One of the Alpha’s mated with a Leprechaun. I stared at him in shock.

Devon wondered and at the same time she looks at Cassadie. “Yes sir, there were four. And I don’t know if you’ll believe this but they are vampires.” Yomiel replied seriously. “Vampires?” Devon frowned. “Yes sir. This lady with me right now is a vampire hunter. Cassadie, please.” Yomiel looked at her. Somehow, Cassadie felt confident. She stood up and pulled out a tablet on her pocket. “Sir, I am a downworlder hunter, not just a vampire. From an organization that hunts creatures that harms humans. Here is my evidence that they were vampires. We, hunters have cameras on our amulet.” She pointed on the jewel in the middle of her collarbones.