Story About Werewolves Novels & Stories

These are what were sprung, and flickering through, her mind. These were the same story's that all of the young harpy, or just about, within the Raven Clan would hear before being tucked in to sleep. Her and her sister were not special to have heard them… but to potentially have, truly and accidentally picked up a werewolf from the forest… it was something unthinkable. No one had seen one in perhaps a hundred years, or so everyone believed… did that make the stories about the creatures called, "the dark ones," true as well? A that thought a violent shiver rippled through out Sephora's body.

he said, his tone every bit mocking. I was so shocked that I didn't even say anything as he started his story, an almost hostile grin on his face. "Once upon a time, there was a witch, who fell in love with a werewolf. And what do you know, the werewolf fell right in love with her, too. Obviously, this interspecies union was met with a lot of hatred on both sides, but eventually, people came to accept it, though a lot were still sceptical, barely suppressing their hatred. The union went on for a few years. But then, the witch got pregnant. Of course, they hid it well from the world, but the news spread like wildfire when they had twins. No one wanted them to live, no one except the pack the

Alpha Jackson informed her, but Lily smiled at him. "That's okay because I don't want your approval." She told him. She took a deep breath, her eyes focused, her shoulders back, her chin high, "Werewolves have existed since the story of Jesus Christ, the Werewolf King born in the fall of Julius Caesar." She started to recite their history. He was impressed that she managed to learn so much in such a short time. "We don't want to relearn our history." Alpha Derek let out a growl.

I couldn't tell what sounded more unbelievable, the fact that mum was a werewolf hunter or the fact that she fought with a baby bump. “There were so many sacrifices that I lost count of the number of people who died,” he continued with a grave expression. “They sacrificed themselves by serving as a distraction so we could catch the Werewolves by surprise. After that, we gave our best, trying to defeat them for good and with one final blast, everything was over.” He stopped mid sentence to see if I was keeping up and obviously I was. Hearing the story from a survivor gave me a different feeling. “At least that was what we thought,” he added and I frowned.

*makes sobbing noises* Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of werewolf stories that I created, where sometimes it’s best to accept that not all love deserves a second chance (or a third). Just like the common saying that says "The grass is greener on the other side", in my werewolf stories collection you can also find that sometimes, the moon is brighter on the other side—and that pertains to the idea that a brighter future can be found in someone else’s eyes. Anyway, keep reading more books (even if it’s not mine). Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down.

His head swivelled towards me, a smirk spreading across his face. "You have no idea what kind of people these rogues are, do you?" I shook my head slowly, confusion etched on my face. "Have your parents ever told you the story about the big war? It was a long time ago, when werewolves fought against creatures that looked like wolves but weren't really wolves. They were fake wolves, made to trick people.” “They are evil creatures in disguise,” he added. I couldn't believe my ears. “What?! You mean that actually happened? I thought it was just a spooky story to scare us at night!”

"The story of the life of a werewolf." "Oh, I want it, I want it," said Thiery enthusiastically. The twins lay quietly, with the blanket pulled up to their chests and Audrey sat next to Tristan's head, listening to Liam tell the children the story of werewolves, especially about the origins of werewolves. "Daddy, do werewolves like killing people?" Tristan asked.

They weren't screaming on rides or stuffing their faces with cotton candy; instead, they were captivated by a storyteller, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of a crackling bonfire. As we drew closer, a hush fell over the group. The storyteller, a wizened woman with eyes that held the wisdom of countless full moons, gestured towards a young boy standing at the edge of the circle. He couldn't have been older than sixteen, his frame gangly and his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. Slowly, he stepped forward, his voice barely a whisper as he began to share his tale, a tale of his first full moon transformation, an important moment in every werewolf's life. It was so hilarious a

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.

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,