Sejarah Werewolf の小説・ストーリー

To be honest, I'm relieved because I'm not sure if I'm going to have hope once more if I keep talking like this. After packing, I lay down on the bed and flipped through the book Margaret had given me. The book mainly introduces the primitive werewolf tribe. It was said that the world's first werewolf tribe originated from the army of a certain country. They were ordered to attend a diplomatic event with a friendly country, but the king of that country added poison containing wolfbane to the silver goblets. After they were poisoned to death, the bodies were thrown into the forest, baptized by the moonlight, and seven days later, on the night of the full moon, they woke up.

For werewolves, the full moon is a sacred occasion. A werewolf pack congregates for their own rites in the same manner that humans might dress nicely and convene at a place of worship. The location where we meet for the Trialblazer pack is roughly an hour and a half northwest of Toronto. Two hundred acres of pristine territory where we can securely wander as the monsters we become every full moon were once home to a pack long before Canada was known as New France, at the time when our ancestors fled northern Europe in longboats.

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.

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.

“Yes, that’s true. But it is more to the story than you know. She had a silver wolf that she loved dearly. When Father Radu asked the Moon Goddess for help, her precious silver wolf has been mortally injured. She helped Father Radu, but he had to bind his soul to the wolf's one. She took both of them to an ancient altar, putting both of them on top of it, one next to another. Using magic unknown to us, she took both of them, and the silver wolf was absorbed into Father Radu's body. Thus man and beast became one, Radu becoming the first werewolf. The silver wolf is known as the First Wolf or the Original Wolf. The silver wolf was special, having lots of abilities, and Father Radu learned to u

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.