Novel & Cerita Sejarah Werewolf

The palace walls are heavily gathered by the top wolves themselves, but they don’t know that their worst nightmare lived right under their nose. We werewolves have being in existence for a very long time now. We are mostly in the woods and we build our abodes there. In this time of the century when all creatures are against each other. Every specie of creatures either want the highest power or just hate the fact that this creature exists. When humans began to become werewolves a thousand years ago, it wasn’t something that made one power hungry like it later did, it was to cure illnesses, to ease people of their pains because they healed fast.

"I think I did... well, let's just say I did." "What are you talking about?" Peter was clearly confused. "Harry's Cairn family was wiped-out by my Lucas family," I explained bluntly, hoping to clear Peter's doubts. "Is that true?" Peter asked, his eyes wide. "Yes, it happened in my grandfather's time. I'm the only one left from my family," Harry said calmly. "So, you are..." Peter looked at me, likely pondering how a family capable of killing vampires couldn't possibly be human. "I'm a werewolf," I revealed.

As if we will die if we don't know. The old lady clears her throat and keeps the book down on the table. "It will fascinate you all to learn that the original line of werewolves started from a cursed witch. The Salem witch trials weren't the first witch trial. Centuries ago,when witchcraft was born and practiced, one of the first covens of that time sensed their future of getting executed because of practicing magic. So they decided to create a line of mystic creatures that can protect them and serve them. The protectors should be strong,fast and have great senses to win battles. Hence,one witch was chosen from the coven that would participate in the experiment. The other witches had perceiv

Lilith said “But werewolves can wear clothes in wolf form, can’t they?” Lilith rolled her eyes at me. Some habits die hard. “Anyway, you’ll be going into labor soon. Being the descendant of a Golden Lycan, it’s going to be extraordinary. However, Kaelen is just a low-rank Omega. If you have a golden pup, aren’t you afraid of people being suspicious?” Werewolf births were divided into three stages: gestation, labor, and awakening. During labor, the pup’s fur color would reveal its bloodline, and awakening would happen when a pup shifted from human to wolf form for the first time.

The air was thick with the echoes of history, the whispers of the past beckoning them to uncover the secrets that lay hidden within the shadows. "Behold," Seraphina whispered, her eyes widening in astonishment as she gazed upon the first mural depicting the Werewolf Heir and the Vampire Heart locked in a passionate embrace amidst a backdrop of war and chaos. "The beginning of our shared legacy." Adrian nodded solemnly, his eyes scanning the intricate details of the mural as he recounted the tales passed down through generations of werewolves. "Legend speaks of a time when our ancestors were sworn enemies," he began, his voice tinged with reverence. "Yet amidst the chaos and bloodshed, two so

Most of us had never seen anything like it before. One tank held the preserved body of a werewolf in human form. The other tank held the preserved body of a werewolf in wolf form. It was a black wolf, no peculiar markings to set it apart, but I had to wonder at its origins. How long had it been dead? How old was this preserved cadaver? Werewolf history pinned our origins at around nine hundred years ago, but this wolf could have lived during any point between then and now.

“You are wrong! Orange is for healers, while brown is for loyalty. Again, from the beginning.” I start from the beginning and repeat until I get everything right. I have to repeat this every day. And when I don’t repeat things back to him, he teaches me more things I can remember because Elder Horia is making me nervous. “Today,” he tells me after fifteen days of training,” I will teach a bit of history. Do you know how werewolves appeared?” “It was thanks to Radu the Handsome that made a deal with the Moon Goddess. She made the first werewolf.”

In the year 692, in the kingdom of Fura where magic was prevalent among humans, was an event that would alter the course of history and change the lands of Fura forever. An astral being called Suriel who was worshipped as the goddess of nature, found three wolf pups who were orphaned after human poachers killed their parents. She took pity on these wolves and vowed to protect them with her life. Suriel used her magic to change the wolf pups into anthropomorphic wolves, soon to become known as werewolves which are the first of their kind. She knew that she could not properly care for these wolves in her current astral state, so she decided to make herself human drastically reducing her magica

Fenna smiled at him and scraped her throat, “Because Lola is here for the first time, I would like to tell the story of Agnitus it is one of my personal favorites.” The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained do

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.