Legendary Werewolves Novels & Stories

it was obvious Alex was worried about which location Adler would choose, "What is it?" I asked with a little bad feeling. Alex frowned for a moment, "We suspect that Adler will choose the Land of Ashes as the site of the war "Why?" "That place is one of the neutral territories, but werewolves cannot bring out their wolf form in the Land of Ashes." he explained, "Several hundred years ago there was a big war between werewolves, several thousand of us died there because of the war. It was a very long winter, it was almost impossible to bury all the war dead in the ground that had hardened with snow. So the authorities at the time decided to burn the bodies all at once to ashes. Now it's a sacr

As I sprinted, my foot caught on something, sending me tumbling to the ground. Frozen with fear, I watched as the wolf lunged at me. I braced myself for the imminent pain, but instead, a deafening growl echoed through the forest. Opening my eyes, I found the attacking wolf hesitating, backing away. Behind me stood another creature: a towering wolf on two legs, unmistakably a Lycan. I gasped, realizing the forest legends of werewolves and Lycans weren't just myths; they were terrifyingly real.

The supernatural beings from distant lands spoke of legends and tales, their voices hushed but filled with an unspoken camaraderie. I found myself drawn into a conversation with a group of werewolves from a neighboring pack, their eyes reflecting a mixture of grief and determination. We shared anecdotes and memories of Alpha Derrick's leadership, his unwavering commitment to the preservation of their kind. It was in these conversations that the true power of unity was felt, the strength that lay within the bonds of community.

I unstalled it quickly and had it open no more than barely enough to look through. What I saw made me shudder. fires burned in the streets. Black-helmed men moved between buildings with a presence too large—to too utterly big—to be mere bandits. The air rang with screams of human beasts And then I beheld them. Werewolves. Not the usual wolves, but giant red-eyed beasts with speck-covered glowing fur and blood. Werewolves. I struggled to gasp, as finally realization caught up. No bandit raid, this time. War had come to Green Hills.

,I asked. “She killed a worker and then she..she attacked me”,grandpa said,his voice breaking. “What do you mean she attacked you???”,I asked. “She was different from humans,her face,her eyes,her nails,everything was completely different,she wasn’t human,she was a….. I waited to hear what grandpa was about to say. “She was a werewolf and so was her husband ”,grandpa said. “Do you think it’s genetics??,can her children inherit it??”,I asked.

"I want to ask you a question and I expect you to be honest. I've been watching you and your best friend for a while. I have to admit I was shocked when I realized you just steal keys for the sake of it. You don't use them. You just wanna mess with people's lives, huh? Do you know how that affects them. You may think it's just keys but losing a batch of keys can ruin a person's life but you don't care about that, do you?" Liana looked away. She'd always warned Gina that her obsession would cause them trouble. Gina's love for keys was normal in the beginning. She bought and collected them and it was fun. Then one day, Gina had seen a woman holding a very unique and beautiful set of keys. She'

He shows his teeth as if he was ready to bite Accalia and his saliva is dripping as if he that a delicious meal is right in his front. His growling heavily and he was looking at Accalia differently. It seems that he was not in his right mind. Rogues are werewolves that either have been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will but some of them weren't in their right mind and only wants to kill or eat anything, just like a human. The eyes of the werewolf turned darker, which means his action will be more aggressive and he wouldn't care even if he would get wounds or be killed. Just like what Accalia encountered before... This Rogue only wants to kill her.

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.

Listens only to the gamma, beta, luna and alpha. Runts: The wolf less or demoted wolves. The servants of the pack. The lowest in the pack. Forced to do whatever anyone above them tells them too. Rouges: Wolves without a pack. When a wolf goes too long without a pack, they turn vicious. The Legend of Luna Dynamis One day a She-wolf will come forth Beside her true mate, she will hold tremendous power She will be the one known as Luna Dynamis unable to be commanded

The Sivercrest pack helped by members of the Whitefang pack was gaining ground on them killing more and more of their warriors. The war had already gone on for over twenty-four hours and they were all exhausted from the fighting. More wolves soon launch at them and they each take on as much as they can. These wolves looked different and savage with big red eyes and smelled horrible... one of the wolves moves forward growling menacingly at him, he launches for his already bleeding shoulder and tries to bite out a chunk from it which he dodges him and the wolf tumbles to the ground with a big fall, he looked very upset now as he was snarling ferociously at him and with a totally unnoticeable m