Mythological Wolf Creatures Novels & Stories

Demon wolf — a creature of death. That was what everyone called it. A monster as Mira called it. All species had coexisted with each other for thousands of years especially with the vampires. It was said for someone to become a demon wolf, he or she had to survive more than three different blood in the body. Each blood from each species of the Moon Goddess’ creation. These bloods were poisonous to each other. Nobody could survive it. Everyone just assumed the demon wolf was just a myth.

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

“I’m largely unremarkable except for being Alpha of a strong pack… or would be Alpha. I was average in school at best, and I’m decently strong for a she-wolf but not special.” “Katla, it’s an ancient prophecy about the origins of wolves. The Moon Goddess herself created the first wolf in her image on a full moon and blessed that wolf with her power through the Moonstone and Night Flame. Our packs were once together,” I told her, “United under the Moonstone and Night Flame.” “So, we’re cousins?” she smirked.

127. **Author’s POV** The wolf was magnificent as she stood, staring at Dexter with her eyes red in rage. Dexter stood to his feet, still not believing that Elora was a pure white wolf. In the history of Werewolves, according to the stories he had heard from the Alpha and the Luna, the white wolves were seen as replicas of the moon goddess. They were the most powerful wolves alive and once a wolf shifts into them, it gives them unquestionable power both in human form and in wolf form, but they were said to have become extinct since no wolf has wielded the power.

“For his trickery, Zeus cursed Lycaon to become an animal, and in revenge on Nyctimus’ behalf, slew the wolf pups of Lycaon’s issue thereafter. All except one.” The Hierophant dips his fingers into the b and brings them up dripping with human blood. He paints a stripe down the center of my face. “Beast and man in one, Lycaon the Younger roamed the Earth, visiting each coast, every kingdom, leaving behind new werewolves, new myths. Gifting generations with the powers of beast and man. Do you accept his gift?” “With my whole heart.” I’ve heard these words in my head for years now, wondering what my life would be different if I’d just said them.

“Oi Fenrir, come here!” I summoned Fenrir who was commanding all the wolf troops. Alpha and Segawon bow to him because he is the real leader. Fenrir is a hybrid creature from a cross between a werewolf and a lighting wolf. Not only was he crossed, he was also the result of the crazy Professor's research trials. There are 2 hybrid creatures that survive and it just so happens that a boy and a girl, it is the result of their marriage that eventually becomes Selen.

"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 with an insatiable appetite for human and animal blood. We are werewolves, and some of us, Witches, like Grandma Camille. The exact beginnings of the werewolf mythology are unknown. According to some academics, the werewolf first appeared in The Epic of Gilgamesh, the oldest piece of Western literature, when Gilgamesh rejected a potential suitor because she had transformed her former

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

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 werewolf originated in the times of ancient Greece when their gods reigned supreme. During one fateful festivity, Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, was in need of a meat to serve. Too lazy to go hunting for wild game or to slaughter a lamb, he served the Greek god, Zeus (who was the ruler of the sky and of all gods and mankind), a meal made from the remains of a sacrificed boy. This severely enraged Zeus. As punishment, the angered god turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves. They were to be looked upon by the rest of humanity as something to abhor.