Other Names For Werewolves Novels & Stories

Chapter Twelve: A meeting with his lips In folklore, a werewolf[a] (Old English: werwulf, "man-wolf") or occasionally lycanthrope/ˈlaɪkənˌθroʊp/ (Greek: λυκάνθρωποςlukánthrōpos, "wolf-person") is a human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf (or, especially in modern film, a therianthropichybrid wolflike creature), either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction (often a bite or scratch from another werewolf). Early sources for belief in this ability or affliction, called lycanthropy/laɪˈkænθrəpi/, are Petronius (27–66) and Gervase of Tilbury (1150–1228).

She'd never heard the term before. Old Sonya smiled, nodding her head sagely. "Ah, yes. To you, they are known by another name. Werewolves, your kind calls them. A name coined by humans who do not remember the old stories. But for those who do remember, we call them by their true names. Lycaons," she replied. Mara was still reeling from the confirmation that those monsters last night were, in fact, werewolves that she didn't even bother to ask about the true history of Lycaons. But Sonya seemed happy to provide it to her even without her asking.

WEREWOLF A werewolf or lycanthrope is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or a therianthropic hybrid wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction. -Wikipedia Werewolf usually lives in packs. The pack will be organized by some wolves that are stronger or have more superior abilities than the others. There will be Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Hunter, Sentinel, Elder, Scout, Guardian, Omega, and Pup. But, in this story, not all of the wolf rank will be mentioned.

“The entire Pack firmly believes she’s involved with those Darklings. We can’t make any reckless move and draw their suspicions on us- Don’t forget her family is still under house arrest so...” I lose track of the rest of the things he says, the mention of that unsettling word threatening to unleash my anger as I zip back to the forest. ‘Daklings?’ Those degenerates are what the Werewolves would call a Rogue, while we refer to them as Rejects. They’re beings of the underworld and not surface-dwellers as we’ve adapted over the centuries.

"After they’re done with the ritual, they’ll run the lowlands for the rest of the night. Moon time, you know." She only heard part of it, though, because the moment he said "lycan," her stomach hollowed out, and she flashed back to the woodcutting and the sly, evil creature that had seduced innocent Red. She sank down opposite him and then leaned against the wall when her head spun. "Those were lycans back there?" He nodded. "You’d call them werewolves. But in our realms, werewolves are the lesser kind of lycans."

Maxion said, facepalming his self. “I'll have to agree with you there.” I replied. “A good number of these slaves were people we captured from opposing werewolf packs or people who committed heinous crimes so they should be happy I didn't kill them.” “Exactly what we were saying earlier.” Chief Dara said. “Give them a little and watch them work all over you.” I nodded in agreement while watching their supposed leader talking to some people beside him. “Who is that man?” I asked. “Um…I really do not know?” Chief Dara replied.

Both of us wide eyed and confused, Did he know something? Long ago,” he began, “when wolves were first created by the Moon Goddess, there were two types. The Lycanthropes—what you know as werewolves today—and the Spirit Wolves. The Lycanthropes were gifted to certain bloodlines, and over time, they found each other, forming packs and growing stronger together. But the Spirit Wolves—those are a different story.”

I stopped from speaking and faced her again. "That was all the members of the Werewolves packs?" she asked me. "There was actually this called the Rogues." "Who are they?" "Rogues are actually those wolves that have been outcast or left their packs." "It's like a human being when it comes to them, there are also outcasts." "Yeah." "So what else are you talking about them?"

The western pack was known as The Vulcan Pack, and the eastern pack, was known as The Gravehill pack. But, since each place is not only dwell by wolves, they decided to make the names united. Each place, like the north, has northern pack for wolf, northern city for humankind, northern hills for witches, and northern villages for vampires, and so on. Each kind has its own name. Here mid-western due north, trailed by a river that separates the north from the west. It has a beautiful field, only exclusive for next in line heirs, either wolves, or vampires, or witches. They are all welcome here.

His voice was steady, but there was an undertone of something deeper that piqued my curiosity. I shook my head, my interest fully captured. “No, I don’t. Why?” He leaned back against the couch, his eyes drifting to the ceiling as if he were searching for the right words in the cobwebs above. “For werewolves, we were known to be surrounded by a couple of lions in our territories,” he began, his tone thoughtful. “It wasn’t just a name; it was a legacy.” I leaned in closer, eager to absorb every detail. “What do you mean?”