Is Van Helsing A Werewolf Novels & Stories

“Yes, that’s true. But it is more to the story than you know. She had a silver wolf that she loved dearly. When Father Radu asked the Moon Goddess for help, her precious silver wolf has been mortally injured. She helped Father Radu, but he had to bind his soul to the wolf's one. She took both of them to an ancient altar, putting both of them on top of it, one next to another. Using magic unknown to us, she took both of them, and the silver wolf was absorbed into Father Radu's body. Thus man and beast became one, Radu becoming the first werewolf. The silver wolf is known as the First Wolf or the Original Wolf. The silver wolf was special, having lots of abilities, and Father Radu learned to u

Maybe he was the child born between a demon and a werewolf? The demon thought that the Heart of this gray wolf was an absolute tonic. Saliva was involuntarily secreted, dripping down from the wide ugly mouth of the Demon. Eat! Eat! Eat!! The demon had to rip out that wolf's heart. A blood red light flashed, the monster didn't have time to react, the head of the monster was cut off by the sharp claws of the gray wolf. Its three eyes widened, it didn't even have time to react. Blue blood flowed from the monster's dead neck, and its three eyes suddenly burst.

Prologue Ava “Daughter, I believe you are special. Your wolf is crystal white, like in ancient times,” my father says, reaching out a hand to me. It’s like his mantra. He says it every time. Ava Hansley is my name. I am a descendant of the renowned and revered Blood Red Pack of werewolves. My parents, Richard and Kerah Hansley, are our pack’s Alpha and Luna. My wolf is a unique breed from the ancient clan of werewolves. They are thought to be rarer than actual Alphas because of the high price you pay to achieve this status and the responsibilities that come with having a white wolf.

"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."

"No, sorry. I was busy. What was it about?" "We think that we have found the first remains of a werewolf." She stops with what she is doing. She looks up at me with eyes wide and staring back at me and asks; "Did you say a wolf?" "No. I said a werewolf. The legend goes that there is a type of curse that happens to you. And that is when you change into a wolf on the full moon." She shakes her head as she replies; "That is not scientific at all. No one has ever found the existence of a werewolf."

“Say it.” “Say what?” he asked, still trying to come to terms with her accusations. Anger still edged her voice. “You came here with more bad news didn’t you?” Lochlan straightened. “There is one pack.” “Werewolf or vampire?” “Werewolf. As I told you already, werewolves don’t run informal packs. Vampires create massive colonies they call hives where they live together, but werewolves are more nomads.” Lochlan stepped closer to the desk. “The biggest pack of werewolves belongs to Sven.”

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

The decision was made, and the Alpha King's command echoed through the halls of the werewolf pack. The warriors were called off, their swords sheathed, and their battle cries silenced. It was a moment of respite, a brief pause in the storm of conflict that had ravaged their lands for far too long. The Beta, a trusted advisor and strategist, saw this as an opportunity to seize a chance for lasting peace between the werewolves and vampires.

I told him as I bit him until he died and turned into ash. Since the situation had calmed down, I rushed to check into Anastasia's tent myself. Hugo was fighting 5 middle-class vampires and 3 high-class vampires in his wolf form. His wolf, Erik, was a huge red wolf with brown eyes. Although Erik wasn't as big as Axel, it was capable of tearing 4 middle-class vampires apart easily.

She ran her hands through her hair with a heavy sigh. “Look,” she glanced over her shoulders at the other soldiers, before looking back at Heath, dismissing Aislen. “It’s been a long night for all of us. We have more important things to do than argue with a misfit bunch of supes from Havermouth. In case you didn’t notice, the Van Helsings attempted to kidnap someone’s kid tonight. That’s happening all over town. They mark us as werewolves using whatever detection method they possess, swoop down on that household that night, and steal one of the kids, knowing that the parents won’t retaliate and will obey for fear for that kid’s life.”