Story About Werewolves Novels & Stories

Still, he managed to overpower every true blood vampire he ever met. How not, when he was the creation of the vampire king himself? When Tristan was young, he used to live in a tribe that was located near a cursed werewolves' pack. Matter of fact, the cursed wolves are one of the most dangerous packs that lived since they're known for losing control whenever they shift. You can expect the worst when it's a red moon. Those wolves change from humans to killing machines that cannot control themselves. Well, in one of the biggest massacres that were witnessed by the world, his entire tribe was killed, and he witnessed the death of his relative by wolves.

they get violent in big cities because they can’t shift whenever they need to, and really only listen to their leaders. Dad used to tell me bedtime stories about how all werewolves came from one set of ancestors. A human prince was rescued and fell in love with a gray wolf. Together they had ten pups, and those pups were the original werewolves. The eldest pup became a great leader, and his children populated many parts of Persia. The other pups ended up spreading all over the world. There were rumors that they even settled Ireland. Then they came here to America. In sixth grade we studied Greek and Roman mythology, and Rome was founded by wolves. Italian mafias and Irish mobs being run by w

Leah also gave a look of disapproval. "Callie, I agree with them. I just wasted my time." I got up when I remembered that I was on my way to the garden. "What? Those stories are pretty lame, to begin with." "Not when nana tells them." The kids retorted. Nana arrived soon to tell a different version of the first werewolf that happened in Egypt where people considered shapeshifting a gift and not a curse. I grew up listening to nana's stories, about demon kings and dragon queens and all things fantasy. My all-time favorite was the story of my mother, except for the part where she dies.

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.

With a brutal swipe of its claws, the larger wolf sent the rogue sprawling across the ground, its body leaving a trail of blood. The rogue scrambled to get up, but the larger wolf was relentless, delivering a crushing blow that sent the rogue skidding backward. The rogue’s growls turned into whimpers, its body trembling in fear as it attempted to retreat. With one last defiant snarl, the rogue wolf turned and bolted, disappearing into the shadows from which it had come. Lily's eyes widened in disbelief as the wolf's form began to shrink, its powerful limbs retracting. She stepped back slightly, feeling the earth beneath her feet as the wolf shrank, revealing not just a man, but someone she k

Leaning ahead, she had her arms crossed over the table as she looked directly at me while speaking. “… They are gossiping about it, aren’t they?” I tried to avoid her words and stare, but I knew it was just a lost game in the end when I returned my gaze to Clarrisa and asked her that. I mean, the answer was already kinda obvious as there wasn’t anything else in the world that Werewolves loved more than running other than gossip. … Every single good Pack had its own group of perfectly trained gossipers, ready to share with everyone else the latest news and teas…

The clouds hung heavy in a dark and sombre grey, a storm brewing as though the heavens were expressing discontent with the transpiring events. Shops stood shuttered, streets eerily deserted, and lights flickered intermittently. In one town, electricity stubbornly persisted, a meagre beacon for the werewolves encroaching upon human land. Desperately clinging to the dwindling hope of victory in this war, the werewolves initiated a quest for the elusive Tree of Life. Although deemed a myth, whispered around campfires and narrated to children as fairytales, every story held a kernel of truth.

he changes the subject, and I smile at him widely, hoping we think about the same thing. “Of course, how else could I find my mate?” I ask him back. His eyebrows fly up high as he glances at me twice. “Really?” Nope, we were so not thinking about the same thing. “Yeah, that’s the best part of being a werewolf. Don’t you think? Having a mate.” “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it like that.” “My parents are still so happy together, and they told us so many magical stories about other mates meeting each other or going through challenges to be together.”

I kept all these to myself because I was afraid of what the pack would say about me, I was already so different from everyone and I didn't want them to be petrified the more! I was slightly bigger than most wolves my age and I was white, it was a rare thing for any she-wolf to be white and so far only one other wolf was rumored to be white like me!! It was the moon goddess's only son!! The moon goddess fell in love with a half-human and half wolf and she gave birth to a son"A hybrid"!! For centuries nobody ever heard of another hybrid or a white wolf and so when I turned for the first time, the whole pack thought it was a mutation!!

“Really? What's it about?” “It's a legend that follows an incredible she-wolf, with powers beyond anyone's imagination. The tale describes how she once found a he-wolf close to death in the Arctic. She was weirdly drawn by him, and it turned out he was her mate. He had gone rogue after being banished from his pack and exiled to the Arctic as an attempt to overthrow their Alpha. Sadly, being a normal wolf, he couldn't survive in the weather,” I realized Xavier really was very fond of this tale. His enthusiasm said it all.