Other Names For Werewolves Novels & Stories

She had never heard there existed another kind of werewolves. "I have never seen or heard there exist another species of werewolves before. What are they?" Aurora asked. She wasn't sure if they could defeat them because they were definitely outnumbered. "We call them the rarewolves, and they aren't real werewolves," Oliver said. "Stay behind me and do not leave my sight unless you wish to die," Oliver said, watching her eyes widen with fear, and she nodded quickly. "We meet again. You can't kill us; you know that," one of the rarewolves said. He looked a lot bigger than all of them, and when he turned to stare at Aurora, he looked at her with interest, and a smile appeared on his face.

I pleaded, and he nodded his head gently in understanding. “You are not out of mind. Moreover, you are very right child, my boys are different. Have you ever heard of the word lycanthrope?” he asked, looking at me expectantly and I shook my head, motioning that the word means nothing to me. “it’s a Greek mythical creature most commonly know in modern times as the werewolf” he explained with all determination and if he didn’t have a façade of all seriousness on his face, I would assume he was mocking me.

There was another plethora of creatures that were said to bring good luck but there were also those that brought misfortune and desolation wherever one of them decided to dwell. These were especially witches and vampires who used human beings for their spells and meals. Another species that had sown misfortune among men, was the lycanthropes. The fact that they look like big wolves and that you only hear them on a full moon has fueled the myth of the werewolf only changing on full moon nights. This was of course wrong because lycanthropes can change into a wolf at any time. Full moon nights are just the times when young alphas are looking for mates in the pack and therefore have to charm the

That was my initial thought, so I was relieved to see that Marian looks happy. “How can you be so soft? Are all werewolves like this?” Marian, like Celine, now buries her face into my fur. Something about her words reminded me of something. Instead of saying lycan, she called me a werewolf. This only confirms that they already know that there are two wolf creatures in the forest.

DANTE POINTED TO A couple of wolves fighting. "Those are usemi. Also known as werewolves or lycans. There's a lot of myth and lore about them, some true, some not. The bare bones version is that they are real, but very rare. I don't know how far back they go, but I do know that their population has been dwindling. If humans knew of them, they'd put them on the endangered species list. Akharu, too."

When she reaches the town and asks how to leave the valley, all the werewolves will give her the same answer: there is no way to leave the valley. All the werewolves who fall into the forbidden valley are trapped here forever, and then their bodies become smaller and smaller under the curse, eventually turning into the same as me...a dwarf. Dwarf Wolf, I think that's what the outside world calls us werewolves who live in the valley, even though we all self-deprecate ourselves as Cursed Wolves. The outside people don't know that no Dwarf Wolf is a natural dwarf. Before becoming the so-called Dwarf Wolf, we might be Timber Wolves, Giant Wolves, or Winged Wolves.

I am way out of my comfort zone here. “So, you are indeed a werewolf and a vampire.” I say. “I am a hybrid. Or a were-pire or vaewolf. There are a couple of different names for us, despite us being very rare.” He tells me with a small smile. He has still got his head resting in my lap and I worry about him. Watching him change or shift, I guess it is called, was horrible. It looked so painful that I wonder how he is even alive right now.

he began, “then you haven’t seen even half of what he can do.” The room went completely silent. “Varkros is not just evil,” he continued. “He is something far worse. He is a wolf–witch god. A being worshipped by rogue wolves like the nightstalkers… and by witches as well.” I felt a cold chill crawl down my spine. “He has many forms,” he went on. “Many names. Many titles. But in the underworld, there is one name they all know him by—Varkros.” No one moved.

"More than 500 years ago, it was said everywhere you went that every full moon, an unscrupulous animal attacked every human being that didn't have any security during the nights. It is said that when the moon shone brighter than the stars around it, that animal with huge ears and a long jaw appeared because it was his time to be able to make his exit." "What animal was that? In history, we have always been taught about historical characters, myths, legends, or even men. Is it a werewolf?" he asked after thinking about it for a bit. Za did not answer him, but he could feel that he must have been a werewolf just by looking at him. "So, do they exist?" "They are not exactly called werewolves,"

He then turned to face her, his dark chocolate eyes gazing over Alinta as he studied her with a benign smile, then asked, "May I ask, why is a fair lupa like you travelling alone to Mercurysburg?” Alinta looked at the man in surprise. "Lupa" is Latin for she-wolf, and "lupus" is Latin for a male wolf. This was a code werewolves or mythical creatures would use to refer to one another in the human realm without raising suspicion. What surprised her was that she usually sensed when a fellow werewolf was nearby, but this man didn’t smell like one at all. She also had never engaged with a human or any other sifter before, so she did not know how to distinguish between the different races.