Legendary Werewolves Novels & Stories

And when he didn’t find her, the Blood Moon army would leave in peace, leaving behind only the legend of a mighty wolf king who passed through the Gloomwood Forest. It wasn’t until Raven’s horse set foot in the territory of the Wolf Fang pack, one of the oldest and most traditional in Gloomwood, that something changed. Elder Bernard, the eldest and most revered of their pack, came out to greet him with great respect. And from his lips, Raven learned of an ancient legend passed down only among the oldest wolf packs: the origin of werewolves.

"It's all up to you, but don't make yourself too tired." I smiled softly. My greatest happiness was that the Moon Goddess had chosen for me a good mate like Alpha King. Compared to humans, werewolves were much more loyal. My friends all had a lot of lovers and also changed lovers very quickly, and werewolves were only loyal to their mate for life. Maybe because I was a werewolf, even if I lived in human society, I wouldn't be like my friends.

There are the humans, like me and my best friend Tammy. And then there are the werewolves who run the land. They own the businesses, the schools, the council. Some of them are quiet about it. Others walk like they were born to rule. But even among wolves, there's a split. There are the Legend Wolves, old bloodlines with power stretching back centuries. They’re faster, stronger, and deadlier than the rest. They act like gods among mortals. They have rules, laws, legacies. Like...Kian Silverclaw

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it. “Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—”

I roll my eyes, sitting down, setting the cooler back down "You know the drill, get plates and spoon, we split the meal, you keep quite, and I tell you a take of our heritage." The little children erupt in joy, and I laugh because it is contagious "But we have to be fast, I have a meeting." They do as I say, I share the meal, and they begin to eat, quietly, as I tell them a story. "The werewolf is a legendary creature that has been the topic of numerous legends and numerous nightmares throughout history. According to certain myths, werewolves are people who can transform into ferocious, strong wolves. Others are a mutant hybrid of human and wolf. Nonetheless, they are all ferocious beasts wi

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.”

However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow. Suddenly, my pup trembled violently, and an ancient, soul-stirring, and terrifying roar echoed. With the awakening complete, a golden paw emerged, sharp claws glinting. Then, a tiny werewolf head peeked out. “Mother!” The voice was small but clear, and two round, bright eyes stared directly at me. I flinched at the sudden call, and Kaeren appeared beside me as well. The little pup stretched, its golden fur patterned with sacred silver markings—the legendary emblem of the Primordial Lycan!

And worst of all Werewolves were real too. Silas was a wolf. Not a full wolf. They called him a Mutt. He had all the traits, the size, the healing, the never ending stamina, but he didn’t have an actual wolf. He couldn’t transform like true Werewolves could. It was a genetic thing. A flaw. And as a result Silas was more aggressive, more dangerous too, because he couldn’t control his urges. He was rabid.

I shrug it off, concentrating on the book in front of me. “The Werewolf Caste System consists of the Alpha, Beta, Delta/Gamma, Healers and Guardians, Warriors (Sentinel, Hunters, Scouts), and Omegas. Everyone in the pack has a role to portray and a responsibility to uphold. The Caste System was designed to ensure the survival of the pack and assume peace and order within.” Survival of the pack…? Does this mean werewolves also tend to invade territories just like how humans colonize other countries? If that happens, then the invaded pack may cease to exist and their territory will be overrun by the invaders.