Irish Werewolf Folklore Novels & Stories

"Yes, I want her back. If you and Brianna are done yet we have a war with the mermaids to plan. Can the vampires help or not Ethan? If not, I'll have to go to Ireland and ask the Leprechauns. You know how I hate Leprechauns." I'm sure Ethan remembers. He's the genius who asked me to tag along and steal a pot of gold from them. Needless to say we failed at retrieving their pot of gold and the curse of the Leprechauns is not something to be messed with. Their curse is probably why I suck at controlling my werewolf powers. It's not clear how long the curse lasts, but I'm the unluckiest werewolf alive, so perhaps forever. "Yes, I know you hate them. I'll go talk to the vampire king again. But I'

She continued. "I am Irish as you are my other half that's the reason we can communicate normally. It's like you're talking to yourself." Irish explained. "Why are you here?" Arianna questioned instantly. "I know we got rejected by our mate and you're going through a lot of pain," replied Irish. Her voice was thin and whispy to which Arianna thought at any moment she was going to disappear. Arianna didn't want that, she wanted to stay with her. "I ain't going anywhere before informing you about yourself, about your dormant werewolf gene," Irish chuckled at Arianna's behaviour.

“You are wrong! Orange is for healers, while brown is for loyalty. Again, from the beginning.” I start from the beginning and repeat until I get everything right. I have to repeat this every day. And when I don’t repeat things back to him, he teaches me more things I can remember because Elder Horia is making me nervous. “Today,” he tells me after fifteen days of training,” I will teach a bit of history. Do you know how werewolves appeared?” “It was thanks to Radu the Handsome that made a deal with the Moon Goddess. She made the first werewolf.”

"You don't have to care about that, it's not safe for a young girl like you to be here alone. You should go home!" "Thank you but is there a wolf over a hundred years old here?" Afraid of him thinking too much, I added. "My grandfather is very sick, I heard that there is a werewolf over a hundred years old here, so I wanted to ask for the secret to a long life, but unfortunately I can't find him." The werewolf's attitude immediately changed. "Life and death are predetermined, you have to accept." He growled, holding out his sharp claws in front of me. "And now go home."

Currently, 52 000 Tacita Mortes shapeshifters are roaming around the world. “Then… there are the Luna Puer wolves…” Aidan grinned at the younger wolf, “Us… Luna Puer Pack is the descendant of the wolves from Ossory or Osriage, the medieval Irish Kingdom of the old Ireland…” Unlike other Packs of wolves, Luna Puer wolves’ ancestors worship the moon believing that the moon God is the source of their strength, of their power, they see that the moon gives them energy and that the moon guides and protects them hence they are called the Luna Puer which meant Moon Child.

Maybe I would talk to Amelia about it. I sighed, Luna Amelia was also very nice. It seemed like everyone in this pack was nice and gentle. Being one of the ancient packs, They had a strong connection with nature. History has it that some of the first ever werewolves had shown up in Greenland, and then they had sailed with the Vikings during the battle against the England empire. Somehow, the wolves had settled in Scotland and started the High Moon pack, which over many centuries, had grown from a few barbaric wolves to hundreds of nature-loving, gentle -- The iron grip grasped my wrist. Apparently, there is a black sheep -- or should I say -- black wolf amongst the others.

There are limits to my benevolence. “So just because one of you witches once in ancient times decided to curse a bunch of men, it's all right to continue to kill innocent children”. "Do you know the curse ?" I mutter. "We met a bunch of men who knew a lot about it, yes". It must have been the men from Ireland he is referring to. I remember the night where we during the outing had been led up to the Irish mountains, where a large assembly of men had transformed. "Were you one of those who fought against all the wolves in Ireland ?"

The stories never really specified what happened to the witches and Hybrid wolves after that but the werewolf community hasn't heard about them for decades and so we assumed they didn't survive alone, out of the packs. But Balfour sounded like he was onto something by mentioning them. "If you heard of them, then you must know how powerful they are. Witches are powerful enough to replace scents and make them smell familiar even when they're not using dark magic." I held myself back from scoffing. Balfour sounded like he would do anything to convince me that the princess is bad news. "I don't want to assume that you're thinking Princess Ilvira made use of a witch to replace her scent with min

“This rare and mystical flower holds deep significance in werewolf folklore and mythology.” Anne nodded in agreement, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. “That’s right! The Silver Moonflower is believed to bloom only under the light of a full moon, making it a symbol of transformation and the supernatural. In werewolf lore, it is said that the Silver Moonflower’s petals possess healing properties, especially for werewolves.” James continued, “In ancient werewolf mythology, the Silver Moonflower was associated with lunar deities and werewolf rituals. It was believed that the flower’s essence could enhance a werewolf’s powers and connection to the moon.”

I’m oblivious to how frozen everyone in the class are, especially the twins. She begins, “Werewolves live amongst us. Werewolves are legendary creatures. They appear in folklore, mythology, and modern popular culture. A werewolf is a human with the capability to shape-shift into a wolf or a wolf-like creature; the conditions for this transformation vary. Most commonly, the full moon is the catalyst. Werewolves symbolize the struggle between human intellect and animals, as they are powerful and dangerous creatures driven by instinct.”