Legendary Werewolves Novels & Stories

Tall trees and well tended gardens stood interspersed between the houses, and all around them, tanned werewolves walked to and fro. Up above, colourful banners and balloons hung high, and at every doorstep, a bright yellow lantern dangled down a door handle. Today, we celebrated the Carnival of lanterns. On this day, the moongoddess had given the first ever werewolves she'd created lanterns to go find their way in the dark, gloomy world. The werewolves had ventured to modern day Australia and built a pack, naming it the Beastclaw pack. A pack which grew to become the main seat of the werewolf demographic. One could say it was the royal seat, with Alpha Vaughan being the king. The mad king, t

For the past couple of minutes, Vieira had been trailing the healer to know where exactly she was headed. It had been a terrible walk already. Though cars and other vehicles were rampant, their kind would want to exercise the energy that coursed through them. Having to live in a secluded community far away from human imagination, the werewolves too have learnt to live without relying on any aud that was invented by mankind to use normal humans 2jo in the sight of the stronger werewolves were mere weak people always looking for an excuse to cover their shame. But for them, it was normal to do certain things. In fact, in one of the trainings that a certain division of guards among them go thro

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

WEREWOLF A werewolf or lycanthrope is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or a therianthropic hybrid wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction. -Wikipedia Werewolf usually lives in packs. The pack will be organized by some wolves that are stronger or have more superior abilities than the others. There will be Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Hunter, Sentinel, Elder, Scout, Guardian, Omega, and Pup. But, in this story, not all of the wolf rank will be mentioned.

He led them to a hidden chamber beneath the cabin, a room filled with ancient artifacts, scrolls, and tapestries, each imbued with the echoes of a forgotten past. The scrolls, written in a language lost to time, detailed the history of their kind—a history far richer, far more complex, than any of them had ever imagined. The werewolves weren’t just protectors of the realm; they were guardians of a powerful, ancient magic, a magic that had been used for both creation and destruction. The scrolls spoke of a great war, a war fought eons ago between two powerful factions of werewolves – the Lunaris, who drew their power from the moon, and the Solari, who channeled the sun’s energy. This ancient

It was obvious to Ryan that she was clearly going to bother and so he decided to ease her mind off things. "You want to know everything about them right?". She looked at him briefly before returning her gaze to the Asphalt. It was almost like she saw through his ruse but he had to try. Hopefully, she wouldn't stick around long enough because if she did, Trey was going to annoy the shit out of her. After what seemed like deep reflection she agreed. "Well, Werewolves or Lycanthropes have been around for centuries now. They are the basis of you know all these legends and movies with small variations of course".

The Silver Moon pack? A long time ago, werewolves were in a full-out war with vampires, called The War of Legends. It was a worldwide war in the supernatural world, but around these parts, three packs had basically put an end to the war: The Don Rivers Pack, The Tri-Stade Pack, and The Silver Moon Pack. To this day, they were still the biggest and most powerful packs around, with lesser packs cowering at their feet. And I was to be the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack?!

The beast roared and slammed Caleb into the metal floor, denting it. “It’s pointless,” the Lycan growled. “As Lycans, we are superior to werewolves.” He raised his arms. And his voice boomed like thunder. “WEREWOLVES. BOW.” A surge of ancient power radiated toward us. It was primal. Built into the supernatural hierarchy itself. Caleb’s face contorted in pain. Cameron staggered. But we didn’t fall. Nothing happened. The Lycan blinked. “What—?” Cameron smirked, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

"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."

"As I mentioned before, there were seven werewolf packs before Andrew and the Queen ruled together. Lycans are the strongest, essentially the royalties of our time. Elemental wolves are the offspring of a werewolf mating with a witch. Crescent wolves only shift when there's a full moon. Cursed wolves could have been normal shifters if it weren't for the fact that they lose self-control over their wolves during a full moon, red moon, or blue moon. Pack wolves, like your previous pack, live under the rules of an alpha. Rogues used to live together but without following the pack's rules. They don't follow an alpha and prefer to be individuals.