Non Fiction Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

There is this one story that is always told called 'The Wolf People' (The Wolf People) Thousands of years ago, there was a tribe of people who lived in the deep parts of the forest known as the Wolf People. It's been said that these people had the ability to change or shape shift from human to wolf, also known as werewolves. They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies.

Maybe she could ask Zoran if she could spend a couple of hours here every day. Walking down the isles, she noticed all kinds of books. Some on witchcraft, others on vampires, elves, unicorns, dragons.. everything she’s ever read a fantasy book about, there was plenty of information on it. Just as she was going back to the first floor to wait on Zoran, she saw it. The werewolf section. She couldn’t control herself. She had already glanced at all the other books but those. Slowly, she made her way over, looking at all the titles and covers. Finally, she found what she was looking for. Reaching up, her fingertips grazed the spine as a hand grabbed her wrist.

Muttering the name of this long-extinct ancient creature, I walked straight towards the dusty forbidden section—a storage of mysterious books related to the origins of the werewolf world, documenting countless creatures and events that were either fantastical or potentially real. I maneuvered between the shelves, letting the musty scent mixed with the aged aroma of paper invade my nostrils. Climbing the creaky ladder, I carefully moved the yellowed and fragile books from the shelves, quickly immersing myself in a sea of knowledge. Until the books covered the floor, and my eyes began to blur with fatigue, I finally found a record about the Arctic wolf in one of the books. "Before the first we

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

You'll understand this more as you read the book! In addition, I only use the term 'werewolf' in this story but they are not the traditional lore that is 'cursed' or a 'beast'. They are more of shifters, like of lycans who can control their transformations from humans to wolves or vice versa. To put it simply, they are like the 'wolves' of Twilight with special gifts so I call them werewolves in this book. Thank you and enjoy reading!

"What do you know about werewolves Janette?" The topic elicits a pang of hunger in me and I blink. What do I know about werewolves? Only the smuttiest, most mind-blowing things ever. "I've read some books on them." "Fiction or nonfiction?" I blink again and take some time to consider. Is there really a nonfiction side to werewolves? Aren't they just a creation of the mind? "All the books I've read on them are novels, mostly in the fiction section. I don't think there's anything nonfictional about werewolves."

“Is that a challenge?” “It depends on whether or not you’re willing to take it” Nathan teased and rolled my eyes making Nathan laugh before laying down by my side and pulling me to his arms again, my head laying on his bare chest, which was something I had also learned about him, he did NOT like sleeping with a shirt, due to him being a werewolf, his body heat was a lot different than that of a human, and even the human boys I knew hated sleeping with shirts, well, that’s of course unless it was winter, then they wouldn’t mind sleeping with anything that would keep them from freezing to death under the snow, which was currently covering the grounds of the kingdom, but even now, that didn’t b

Because of the roaring of the lion, the cheering of the audience drowned out the roaring savages. The werewolf was approaching, but Darwin spotted it and prepared his weapon just in time. Even though it had turned, the spear did not miss and stabbed its chest, killing it instantly. The horrific screech emitted from the werewolf, and it collapsed to the ground, sending Darwin's spear flying. Then, he darted to the next werewolf and attacked. His spear landed in the target's heart the moment his jump's rotation killed the other beast and he plummeted to the ground.

Seeing the stack of books piled up high on top of the table I knew I had found the right table. “Alec, I think we should go look in the kitchen. No one is back here.” Savenia said. “That my dear is where you are drastically wrong.” Once we reached the back table I watched as Savenia looked at several of the titles of the books piled on top. “History of the Werewolves. Psychology of the Paranormal. Ancient Greek Mythology. Witches and their Divine Power. Fae and the Woodland Creatures. The History of Dracula and the Vampire Methodology. Werebears and Shifters of all Kinds. Whoaaa. Those are some serious titles. I wonder who checked all these books, then lifted them here.” Savenia said.