Stories About Werewolves Novels & Stories

Alice trudged through the dense forest, her heart heavy with the weight of rejection and more with humiliation and shame. The Dauntless pack, the only home she had ever known, was now far behind her, and she was searching for a new beginning. She had always known that she was different from the other werewolves in the pack. While they trained and honed their strength, she spent her days buried in books and learning all she could about the world around her. Even though she was top of her class, No one ever reckoned her for her excellence in the area of knowledge,

Valeria- My wolf- Kala- leads me through a short lesson on werewolves. It's not too far from what the stories say, even though she keeps saying that the stories are absolutely wrong. Werewolves are also creatures of the night like the vampires, but unlike vamps, werewolves can walk in the sun and transform into normal human form. There's a certain age at which one gets connected to their wolf, which is their inner beast, and apparently, I'm a late bloomer.

She gasped loudly and I expected her to recoil backwards but the opposite happened, she shifted closer to me, her eyes almost sparkling. "Are you serious?" She asked and I nodded. "That's awesome." She said excitedly, leaving me completely puzzled. "You think so?" I asked, just to be sure I was hearing correctly. "Yes. Back in my village, we used to hear scary stories about the Vampires and their cruelty but we also heard stories about the humans who could turn into wolves and were one with nature. I used to really love the wolf stories and sincerely wished to meet a werewolf someday. I can't believe my wish came true, I didn't even know they actually existed." She spoke excitedly and I smil

Jacob Boris stared dejectedly at his pack members, all gathered in a circle around him. He knew all their individual stories: from the college student who was Bitten by a rabid changeling, to the young 14-year old who found herself in the dead of night among a gang of werewolves. Hs knew all their stories, had to listen to each and every werewolf in his pack tell the story of how they were changed the moment they joined his pack . It was one of his many roles as an Alpha, his many, challenging, tiring roles.

Allison and Tyler. “Ew,” I spit out before I can catch myself. Jake laughs at my reaction, holding the door open for me. “It is actually a natural thing among the packs. They do not care whether they are caught or heard. It is the way of nature,” Jake says with a tone of sarcasm. I enter the cabin, still disgusted at what Jake said. I do not care if it is natural, there is still mutual respect and human decency. Perhaps werewolves do not have the latter.

“Are these real then?” Asked Amaris. “Do these show real werewolf history?” She said without turning. She was still staring at the carving that told an entire story. “Yes. Many of the true stories of the werewolves were turned into stories of the gods by the Greeks and Romans.”

“I guess your cousins aren’t still sore at me for fighting them that day, although they've made themselves scarce whenever I’m around.” “On the sly, they told me that, once they’d seen your reaction, they knew you were the alpha female, even before Vernetta tried to take you down. Tanner said he was glad he didn’t have to deal with that quick temper of yours.” “And you?” “Spices life up just right.” She gave him a serious look. “When the triplets are old enough, they’ll learn the true legend of how werewolves came into existence.” He kissed her cheek and squeezed her good naturedly. “Sure, Diana honey. The first was a Scandinavian white wolf. We still have Alfred’s book to prove it.”

“I wonder what happened to Edvana that night.” He gave her a sad look. “She died before Zorraya could return with the physician. They said she lost the will to live because her mate was dead.” “How do you know all these?” “Like me, my family has been pretty curious about our werewolf ancestry, so they did quite some digging and found these stories of the past that have been passed down verbally from generation to generation.” “We should have our history properly documented, I think,” she said passionately. “It could be hidden as a work of fiction, but only we werewolves would know for sure that it is true.”

Tony had wanted to protect me, but he didn't want to break Vampire rules to do it. "After roaming around Poland for some weeks, I found myself drinking in a bar in Estonia where I heard a particularly interesting story of werewolves in an old little town cut off from most other civilization. The story went that many years ago the surrounding towns were constantly being attacked by wolf-like creatures. Eventually the villagers ran them out, and the creatures settled elsewhere and stayed mostly to themselves. I figured it was worth looking into. You wouldn't imagine how many stories I had to listen to just to get to something that I could even follow up on." He chuckled. "Enough cash and sheer

She hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. She didn’t ask questions. Partly because he wasn’t in the state for interrogation, and partly because she did not know where to begin. Tales of werewolves had only ever been that–tales. Nobody had ever seen one. Nobody actually believed they existed. There were several folktales in the tribe, traded around bonfires at night. Ruby thought werewolf tales were so rampant in the tribe because the mountains around them were full of the wolves. But now, she knew better. Were the folktales stemmed in truth? History, maybe?