Primordial Werewolf Novels & Stories

Obviously, with my disability, there were a ton of career paths I could not even consider. One of the main reasons that I was truly biding my time before deciding on a career path was my first shift coming up on my 21st birthday, which was tomorrow. When werewolves turn 21, we are given our wolf counterpart by the Moon Goddess which we can then shift into. We are born with enhanced senses and strength like wolves have, but we cannot change into our actual wolves until we turn 21. Anyway, the reason I was waiting on my first shift was that there was a very small part of me that was hoping that my leg would heal/regenerate when I shifted for the first time. Our wolf counterparts were supposed

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

As much as I want to hate him, I also want to understand him. As a kid, I have heard stories about the Ultima who is destined to be the most powerful werewolf and will lead all the pack. The Ultima is said to possess the power of the primordial werewolf as he will be a reincarnation of Kushim. Kushim was the very first of our kind created by the moon goddess. He was omnipotent and lived for thousands of years before he was taken back by the moon goddess. It is believed that he would return in a new form known as the Ultima and only a pure blood omega mated to a pure blood alpha can birth him. There was also a myth that only the Pure could birth the Ultima. The

“Who are they?” Darius’s gaze darkened. “They are called the Primordials. Beings that existed long before your kind, long before the first werewolf. They are the source of true power, the origin of darkness itself. And they have been awakened by the surge of magic in Fiona’s bloodline.” My breath caught in my throat. Primordials? The origin of darkness? It sounded like something out of a nightmare, but the way Darius spoke made it clear that he believed every word.

I know I was young when I heard of the purge but I didn't know much about it. "Witches have been known to cause trouble for a long time. It was difficult for us to coexist because their powers consumed them over time. The darkness ends up winning them over. It all began with a witch who killed Aloha, the last primordial wolf. She ended him with a life-draining curse. This enraged all the werewolves. The primordial wolves are rare and from what we heard Aloha was the last of them. He was the Alpha of the largest province. He was like an emperor who united all the packs. We all loved and respected him. There was long peace under his reign. His encounter with a dark witch made him die before he

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

And even if he won against the merworld, everyone doubted Primo could first search the ocean for his Luna without drowning. Gresser was there when their Alpha began to lose hope. But as the Alpha, Primo refused to die. He refused to die in such a pitiful state and swore never to have the same fate as everyone in his family did. One hundred years ago, the Ancient Alpha followed the Court’s suggestion to hibernate, knowing too well their pack and everything under his authority would perish if he died. The advice came from Wales, the Vampire House, as Primo was able to own half of their territory after the war.

she said, glancing at the claw marks. “You don't get it,” I continued, “This isn't just any werewolf… We're talking about a rebel rogue, an extremely dangerous one at that." “Rebel rogue?" she raised a brow. "They are descendants of the rogue wolves who broke out of their pack many years ago.” I explained, “These rebels caused a lot of chaos before the primordial wolves wiped them out, leaving behind only a few of their descendants." She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to stay calm. “And again, I ask, how do you know so much about this so-called rebel wolf?”

He quizzes and shrugs slightly. “Yeah, I thought as much. Primordials are werewolves that have extreme and rapid healing abilities. They are vicious and extremely strong” I explain. “Oh wow. How come I have never heard about them?” He questions and sits on the couch that’s across and opposite the bed while I remain standing. “That’s because they are extinct and there hasn’t been one since centuries back. They are known to be stronger than most werewolves and have extreme speed too.” I explain further. At this point, his eyes contracts. I guess something is fishy to him.

“Are you… Smith?” Although there was a bit of speculation, Adam was still not too sure, a little hesitant to ask. When Smith saw Adam's appearance, he couldn't help but smile. “Yes, I am Smith. Furthermore, in my tribe, I'm not the only one who's a werewolf. All the wolves you met yesterday, including the king, we are all one. But they are different from me and you, they don't need the moonlight to transform into wolves. Of course, on the night of the full moon, our power becomes stronger. So, you don't have to panic."