Songs About Werewolf Novels & Stories

It was still late at night, with a full moon up in the sky. My wolf looked up and howled. In pain and in all the negative emotions that we had been feeling. The world needed to feel that pain, more and more. The ground shook again, even more than it usually did. And the moon, the moon turned blood red. Screams and shouts the likes I have never heard hit me from all directions. I tried looking around, but there was no one close at all. But the screams persisted. Agonising intense painful screams. In my haze of grief I realised my wolf was confused, everything looked different.

‘By the Moon’s light and spirits of the night, Break the curse and end the werewolves plight. With a cursed beings life force I plea, Free the enslaved, let their true selves be. Unbind their chains and restore their will, Harmony with the Moon will let their spirit fill. With gratitude and reverence I cast this spell, Liberate the werewolves, release them from this hell, So mote it be.’

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.

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

I asked, finding it hard to believe. "Yeah, because I am one." Derek told an unbelievable truth... "No! You're a human like myself." Ilet go of my wooden spoon... "Really? Then tell me what happened last night was ordinary.". He left me to answer, but when I couldn't give any response, he continued, "Sarah, I am a Werewolf, but I am cursed, and I need an antidote to cure me from losing myself.". . He looked at Justin with a sad counterance. I wasn't understanding anything, and so I asked, "What curse? And what was the ritual for?".I asked him another question...

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes. The girl's breathing came rapidly as her heart beat fearfully hard inside her chest. The werewolf stopped moving suddenly, raised it's head up and opened it's mouth wide as if about to yawn. It's two great teeth shone through its mouth making the girl gasp. The werewolf let out a loud howl that shook the earth to the grasses on the field. In a burst of panic, the girl crawled hurriedly away from the werewolf but she didn't get far before the werewolf leaped on her and sank its teeth into her thigh. The girl let out a scream that cut through the night.

I have been so wrapped up with Adare, that I didn't even hear him come in. “No,” I say. “It’s just a lullaby.” “Yes. About killing werewolves.” “No, it’s not. It’s about keeping him safe from monsters.” “The monster with the big teeth and glowing eyes?” I go over the lyrics in my head. In the last stanza, the mother uses the monster’s coat to keep the baby warm. “Shit.” Kane laughs and sits next to me. “You’d be surprised how many lullabies are about something dark and terrible, but maybe try one of the human songs, I don’t know.”

"Despair shall be their companion, and they shall not find solace within our sacred grounds. We must protect the pack, even if it means severing the bonds of kinship." As the moon hung in the sky, casting shadows that danced in silent lament, the werewolf pack embraced the harsh reality that lay before them. The decree of the elders reverberated through the ancient trees, a somber warning to any who dared to follow the path of forbidden love. The werewolves, bound by the threads of pack loyalty and survival instinct, steeled themselves against the impending storm, determined not to relive the tragedy that had cast their pack into the brink of extinction in ages past.