The First Werewolf Novels & Stories

I asked with narrowed eyes. “Of course!” She replied with a slightly displeased expression on her face. “I know what a werewolf looks like y'know.” She said. “I am sorry if you feel offended by my doubt but being able to transform at the young age of seven is simply unheard of.” I said with a sigh escaping my lips. “That might be true but I knew what happened to me so I am telling you right now, that I did learn how to control my wolf powers at the age of seven.” She said with a confident look.

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

Zane gave them both a look. They faintly smiled and this time, Tyr spoke. “Unless they’re rogues, they’ll never attack humans. Based on our experience and study about their kinds, werewolves usually never show themselves to humans. They don’t want to ruin the balance of both worlds. It has been like that for centuries until rogues started to prey on humans a few years ago. They… started exploiting humans into joining them.” “What do you mean join them?” “Infecting them with their venom and turning them into newborns. They are humans that have been bitten by rogues and they eventually turn.” Zeev answered him.

The scientist smiled and pressed the remote he was holding. The man named Uno stopped running when he felt a pain in his head. He stopped running and growl. He looked behind him to see what the scientist was doing, but he had run a long way in just one minute. “Ahh!” he cried out again when he felt the pain again. He fell on the ground and suddenly felt all his bones cracking and his body felt so hot. As he crawls on the ground, he felt that he’s slowly changing into something… a werewolf!

The shaman said he would suffer endless pain and torment for the rest of his life, and especially on full moons, he would transform into something inhuman, a monster. "Fenrir didn't take it seriously, but when the first full moon arrived, his body began to undergo a transformation. That's how the world's first werewolf was born; savage, almost mindless, knowing only slaughter, no different from a wild beast." Nyx said, "Chief, you mentioned that Fenrir came to find the Highland Tribe's ancestor, Arcturus the Unbroken. What happened between them after that?"

I settle in, ready to immerse myself in the past. The chapter begins with a disclaimer that makes me lean in closer, my curiosity piqued: "The origins of werewolves remain shrouded in mystery, with no definitive records of our species' beginnings or the identity of the first werewolves. However, it is widely acknowledged that the oldest known pack is the Amadeus pack, a lineage of exceptional werewolves said to be blessed by the goddess herself." I feel a flutter of recognition at the name Amadeus, but I push it aside, too engrossed in the text to dwell on it.

"Then, can you tell me about the werewolves?" "Yes mother. I will gladly do." She replied and cleared her throat. "The werewolves are species that came into existence four billion years ago. According to human theory, we are a group of creatures that was birthed from a promiscuous woman who had an intercourse with a wolf, and as a result, a human-wolf baby was born and earned the name werewolf. But that was wrong. Werewolves came from the moon goddess through a human mother. A long time ago, when the humans were at war with each other, a poor woman gave birth to the first werewolf child. This birth came along with reproach and shame for her because her baby wa

"Don't be scared. I will not hurt you. I am the moon goddess." "What do you want with me?" My voice was trabbeling. I was so scared that I couldn't move. When I found the strength to move again I walked backwards, but I came with my back against what felt like a wall. thé woman came closer and I saw that she was pure withe even her skin was. I felt her power and I knew she was not from this world. She was neither a ghost. It was like she was something in between. I know now she was really thé moon goddess. I had heard from it from Ava. I learned that she made all wolves and werewolves on earth. She was the first one of them all. "I was your mother in your first after live."

Thought silver would keep me at bay, that may keep them at bay but not our family, not me. My family are descended from the first werwulf, the first man to transform into a wolf; my ancestor Ashil Hunter. The story goes he was a hunter (as you could probably tell) that was bitten by a cursed wolf. This bite set in motion a new world, a world of secrecy and violence. A world of finery and romance. A world we keep secret from the humans.

They were confident and composed, while I was a jittery mess, trying to remember everything I had learned in the past few days. One girl was asked, "Who was the first werewolf to ever exist?" She answered, "Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, the king of Arcadia." Her answer was met with nods of approval from the council and the other competitors. Another girl was asked, "What are the three forms that werewolves can take?" She confidently answered, "The human form, the wolf form, and the hybrid form." The council nodded in agreement, and I could feel my stomach churning with nerves.