Non Fiction Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

I asked with narrowed eyes. “Of course!” She replied with a slightly displeased expression on her face. “I know what a werewolf looks like y'know.” She said. “I am sorry if you feel offended by my doubt but being able to transform at the young age of seven is simply unheard of.” I said with a sigh escaping my lips. “That might be true but I knew what happened to me so I am telling you right now, that I did learn how to control my wolf powers at the age of seven.” She said with a confident look.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

He showed me the page of a book with a picture of humans with spears attacking creatures who were half-human and half-wolf. “Eventually,” he took the book back to flip through it again, “werewolves fought back and gradually took control of our society.” He showed me another page, this one with a picture of a werewolf stepping on a human’s neck and confiscating their spears. I barely took in the image before he snapped the book shut and handed it to me. I took it, reading the title: The Hidden History: The Werewolf-Human War Through The Great Claiming. “What’s The Great Claiming?” I asked.

‘Lilith, listen to me’ I shook my head. ‘No, you listen to me. First thing, council is a safe place, second, I am wolf, a white wolf and can protect myself, and the last thing… Nobody knows about the book except us, we don’t have to announce my visit to council. I will go, find the book and will come back quietly. It won’t even take a full day, so why make it complicated’ I was huffing in the end, and he hung his head low, rubbing his fingers on his forehead.

There were reading nooks tucked into corners, comfortable-looking leather chairs positioned near fireplaces, and tall windows that let in natural light. But as Carter moved closer to examine the collection, his initial wonder faded into disappointment. There was only book after book of werewolf law, werewolf ancestry, werewolf history, werewolf mythology. Pack politics and moon cycles and their effects on shifting abilities. What the hell did any of that even mean? Nothing useful for escape planning, nor was there anything that would help him contact the outside world. He was about to grow even more frustrated when he spotted something out of the corner of his eyes.

"Okay. Respect each book there, those books are knowledge in its raw and undiluted form." "We will." I smiled relieved he had a strong aura, "Thank you, sir." My aunt led me up the stairs to his library. His library was much bigger than I thought it would be. "I'll wait for you on this sofa. You can check for whatever you want." "Thank you, Aunt." I appreciated my aunt more than she'd ever know. "Go on Christy." I glanced through it all, the organised sections on wolves, packs, and other species. I picked up one at random, reading on the story of a werewolf–witch pair where the werewolf found his mate but she didn't understand the bond fully.

“Am I disturbing you?” Actually, he was, since I’d just gotten into a very descriptive part of the novel about the werewolf being featured. I’d learned long ago that a good deal of fact was hidden in fiction, so I wanted to read and digest what was written to see if I could incorporate it into the werewolf facts I’d managed to accumulate so far. I put my bookmark in the page and closed the book. “Not at all, Evan,” I said with a forced smile. “Please, come sit.”

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

I'm not entirely convinced it is true either, but I know there’s a grain of truth in it. I look at him and shrug. "I don't think it's possible to fool the Guardians. However, there are records in the Royal Library, with testimonies of the earliest immigrants of your kind. They are accurate records, protected by an ancient form of magic. They contain only the truth. If any falsehood is penned down, the record combusts into flames. So I know there’s no doubt about the authenticity. I have read the records myself, read the testimonies of the earliest Werewolves. Some of them do claim that they believed they had tricked the Guardians. But I also believe that the Guardians consider your shapeshif

Fenna smiled at him and scraped her throat, “Because Lola is here for the first time, I would like to tell the story of Agnitus it is one of my personal favorites.” 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 do