Original Werewolf Novels & Stories

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

Freda began our lesson by delving into the very essence of what it meant to be a werewolf. She explained the etymology of the term, breaking it down into its components. "The word 'werewolf' originates from Old English, where 'were' means 'man' or 'human' and 'wulf' refers to 'wolf.' It signifies the combination of human and wolf, the duality that defines the essence of a werewolf."

“Coming right up.” She walked off smoothly between chairs and barstools, like someone who knows exactly which floorboard creaks and which doesn’t. Erik rubbed his hands together, like someone about to rework a puzzle. “Okay. That video you sent — I watched it three more times. Sam looked good.” Of course, Erik had to end with a joke. Hunter tapped the table, clearly annoyed. “The last part. That staff member listing the names.” Erik cleared his throat.“Yeah, exactly. Fenric Moon as the first werewolf, Killian Duchesse as the first Lycan. I called Moonshire Park. They confirmed that the story is based on real, handed-down history — not just tourist poetry.”

"Arthur, I'm not claiming your beloved. But I do have mandatory conditions for your release." "What conditions?" Arthur asked. "Let's talk in the living room." David left, and we followed. He took an armchair while Arthur and I sat on the couch. Silence lingered until my werewolf broke it. "Go on. What do you want?" "I'll start from the beginning, if you don't mind. Long ago, only original werewolves like me walked this earth. That's why we're called originals—we were the first. And there were humans like Maya, whose blood helped restrain the beast within us. Naturally, humanity wasn't pleased with that arrangement. They united against the wolves and called themselves hunters. But among thos

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

She was supposed to be unconscious! The girl's eyes glow a golden hue as she stares at Gee menacingly. She suddenly shifts into her white wolf and starts attacking the other two werewolves, her fangs sinking deep into their flesh. Blood stains the ground as one of the werewolves' limbs' is severed and the other's eyes are clawed. "SHIT!" the other one curses. "What are you standing there for?! Help us sedate the woman!" Gee yells at the vampires. "HOW?"

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.

The last trial candidate who just brushed up against him lost all his teeth and fingers and was thrown into the crocodile pond in the rainforest! 【What's wrong with this woman? She's even humming! Is she really not afraid at all?】 【That vampire-werewolf is actually closing his eyes in comfort? Can her massage skills be that good?】 "You're in a good mood?" The wolf under my hands spoke. I finished washing and found a large, dry leaf. As I dried the remaining water from his fur, I said, "This is the first time I've ever had a family. I'm an orphan, and now I have a lovely daughter like Lia and such a strong mate. I'm so happy."

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

Lupu gestured for me to step inside the room, and as I hesitated, my eyes caught a disturbing sight: a creature resembling a wolf, but chained to the wall. Its eyes glinted with a wild, feral intelligence, and its fur was matted and scarred. I shouted without thinking, "What kind of wolf is that?" but the words barely escaped my mouth. Mr. Lupu looked at me calmly and replied, "That is no wolf, John. That is a werewolf," his voice steady but tinged with an ominous undertone.