Primordial Werewolf Novels & Stories

The western ground was very still. “Coran’s bloodline,” I said. “Yes,” he said. “The Primordial Pack did not take their name from ambition or tradition.” He held my gaze. “They took it from what they actually are. Or what they claim to be.” He paused. “The records describe the original Primordial wolves as having been in a state of dormancy for generations. Not dead. Not absent. Sleeping. Waiting for the signal that would tell them the second line had reached full power.”

Zayden. He was a titan among them. He didn't just fight; he dominated. With a single, powerful snap of his jaws, he sent the grey wolf tumbling across the clearing. But the other two wolves didn't retreat. They circled him, their eyes glowing with a feral, subordinate hunger. "Enough!" a voice boomed—not from a mouth, but seemingly from the very air. Kaelira watched, her knees knocking together, as the three attacking wolves began to... change.

A woman with eyes like mine saying words I couldn't comprehend, wolves running under a blood-red moon, and a tall figure shrouded in shadows were among the memories that rushed through my mind. "What was that?" My voice trembled as I asked. "Snatches from your history," Thalion remarked. "It was thought that your lineage was extinct. With powers that could either bring harmony or chaos, the Primordial Wolves were the first to set foot on this planet. The last of their descendants is you." Lucas's protective instincts kicked in, and he pushed me back a little. "Why hasn't someone informed her of this before if she is so important? She was left in the dark, but why?"

"If there's one or any shard, there are more. And if the humans are looking for a way to 'purify' us, they've just now found the perfect catalyst." "We need to destroy it," Killian said. "No," I said, closing the box. "We need to better understand it. If I'm just a woman now, I need to know how to fight the things that magic can't touch." I spent the rest of the day in the library, and pour over ancient texts about the first contact between humans and werewolves. However the history was bloodier than I had imagined. It wasn't just a war of territory; it was a war of essence. The humans feared what they couldn't control, and the wolves despised what they couldn't eat.

My head was on the verge of crashing with all those mysteries that my Dad has left. I, Debra Hemlock, the daughter of the Drake Hemlock(Alpha) and Druisilla Hemlock(Luna) detest the entire rules and order of my father’s Pack. I know I m one of their kind. Ya their kind which they proudly represent as werewolves whereas I m ashamed by my own kind and somehow they are ashamed by me. My grandma was a kind-hearted woman, and she would be with me if only my father hadn’t declared war against the vampires from Goldenwood.

So, tell me about this primale thing," he asked. Haaa! Where to start? A primale is the strongest of the werewolves and that was why they paused a threat to the other wolves. The other wolves thought that if primales were to increase, they would take over. One thing that was hated about them was that they were ferocious and when they got angry, they never listened to reason. Some are even known to have suppressed their human side fully because they considered them weak. They are of one colour, pitch black. No other colour has ever been seen. You need to train and I am sorry that I can't be here to train you but you have to learn and be come as strong as you can as soon as you can.

I wrinkled my nose then turned my attention back to the tv screen in front of me, although my brain was still thinking about Alex's words. Iris violets. Lycan. The first lineage of werewolves. Everything sounds crazy. 'Maybe I'm wrong." Alex exhaled and opened his eyes again, He looked at me with a half smile. "You are wrong Alex." I gave him a small nod then returned to staring blankly at the tv. ***

EMILY could feel a rush of dread wash over her, tightening her muscles even more. Eyes widening, her gaze focused on the lycan standing before her. He was the most feared Alpha because he was the direct descendant of the Primordial Lycans, who were one of the strongest lycans ever. They possessed indescribable powers and abilities that normal werewolves don’t have. Primordial lycans were the only ones who could outsmart the powers of vampires and even witches, and the rumor that they ate werewolves’ flesh was well known to every pack.

he asked with confusion. Katie Clyde grabbed her stomach "why did you make such a silly joke, how can you say you are a werewolf? do you know what you are even saying?" Pascal frowned and reposted "I am serious, I wasn't lying" Katie Clyde was momentarily shocked, she exhaled and then demanded "show me" Pascal looked hesitantly "are you sure?" Katie Clyde nodded "of course, I want to see your real wolf form" Pascal lowered his head, raising it, his eyes became beet red, his facial structure distorted, and his fangs started growing.

he paused for a while and the room fell silent. "She wants revenge and her way of getting it is wiping out the entire race of pure-blooded werewolves but she can't do this alone she says she needs me because the both of us are the rarest occurrences nature has ever experienced," Jordan said calmly this time he turned to Minx who sat on the bed confused by what he just said. "How are you both the rarest occurrences in nature?” Minx said. "She was the first to give birth to a wolf-blood witch and I'm the first pure-blooded witch fathered by a pure-blooded werewolf," Jordan said and stopped, Minx and Wendy that stood at the door tried to comprehend what Jordan said and it all seemed to be very