Stories About Werewolves Novels & Stories

Zolani’s POV My head spun like I had chugged a bottle of cheap tequila on an empty stomach, and my heart, poor overworked bastard, was pounding so loudly I swore the portraits on the walls could hear it. I had always heard stories about werewolves and their wild, savage ways. The full-moon orgies. The blood feuds settled with teeth. The way they claimed mates like property and fucked like the world was ending. But hearing it from Aradia over late-night pizza was one thing.

As Arlo’s wolf form shifted back into the man she had married, she couldn’t help but think back to all the stories she had heard growing up, all the myths and legends that had seemed so far removed from her reality. She had only ever heard about werewolves in stories told around campfires or read about them in old, dusty books. There had been tales of wolves living in secret packs, hidden away from human society, only emerging during times of war or great conflict. Some people believed in them, others scoffed, treating it all as fantasy. Lune had always fallen somewhere in the middle—curious, but never fully convinced that such creatures could exist. It had always seemed like ancient history

She told him but just that night, as if warning her that things wouldn't be alright the raven came back and sat on the tree outside her window. Angelica watched it for a long while but it didn't fly away. Getting out of her bed she went to the window. She looked outside and watched the darkness that fell over her town. Then she looked up and far away. She saw the cursed castle standing proudly on the hill. People called it the wolf's den because they said anyone who went to the castle never came back. They were eaten by the big hungry wolf living there.

So he’d lived through many wars and fallen packs. When I was a pup, he was the one who’d told me about the rogues, witches, and vampires who fought and failed to take the Midnight Pack from the alphas before me. My favorite story of his, though, was the Legend of the White She-wolf. I would always beg Uncle Panton to tell me that one. Something about it fascinated me.

"To start with, I'm going to tell you about some myths I've heard during my travels, and the first interesting myth I want to share with you is about our existence as werewolves. Specifically, it's about our origin." Dom knew how to get people's attention. His storytelling and his choice of topics were so captivating that even those who were indifferent at first became interested. Now there was no laughter or voices. Everyone was silent, focused on him. "According to the stories I've heard, we're supposed to be the result of a miraculous union between humans and wolves. So, we have two bloodlines in one body, a combination of strength and wisdom from two different worlds. But there is anothe

My heart was pounding as I raced through the woods, my wolf forms agile and swift. I had received a message from an anonymous source, warning me that the rival werewolf pack was planning an attack on Silverwood that night. I rallied my pack and we set out to confront them, but as we arrived at the clearing, I froze.

It was a reminder that the wolf within, while possessing an untamed power, was also a part of me, and I had the ability to steer its course. "But Freda," I ventured cautiously, seeking further clarification, "what about the stories of werewolves attacking and harming others during the full moon? Are there instances where they lose control and succumb to the darkness within?" Freda's gaze softened, a mix of empathy and reassurance in her eyes. "While it is true that some werewolves may struggle with the intensity of their wolf nature during the full moon, it is not a universal experience. Those instances often stem from a lack of understanding, a lack of control over their own emotions, or ex

Kenji mumbled to himself. But then, Maddie was sweating so hard. It seemed like she was having a hard time breathing. Inside her dream: “Mom and Dad?” “Denise! Run!” Her mom screamed and then her head was crushed by that werewolf. ‘Huh? Why am I seeing this scene again? I want to save them!’ Maddie thought. She then ran away but the werewolf jumped in front of her and stopped her from running. Her eyes widened and then she was killed by the werewolf instantly.

She went on to tell me the story why werewolves were not allowed there. Many years ago in the blood moon pack, a witch hacked a werewolf of the blood moon pack to death. The reason for this is not yet known up until this day. Some say the werewolf was engaged to the witch and he cheated on her, so she conjured him in her shrine and struck him dead with an invisible knife. Some say the witch killed the werewolf out of pure evil. Lots and lots of stories had been going round but nobody knew the real reason for that.

He would hate for her to regain her memory and then be angry at him because he lied to her … “Yup, that is right. We are wild wolves who spend our evenings howling at the moon around a bonfire and then we go out and hunt for sweet, innocent young girls who want to join us.” He winked and she burst out laughing. He loved the sound of her laughing. Anna couldn’t help it! He was so damn funny, telling her that they were wolves! Werewolves weren’t real! If she was going to believe something like that, it would be that vampires were real. Not werewolves …