The Originals Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Then tell me damn it!" "Fine!" He pushed my hands off of his collar. He ran a hand through his hair again. "My Father, he was an original. One of the first werewolves out there." "That was millions of years ago or something. That's not possi-" "They're immortal." I stopped talking. "The originals are immortal. So are their children if they have any." My eyes widened. "So that means you're-" "Immortal."

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

I was born one day before my cousin Mona. According to the history passed down by my grandmother, the moon goddess initially created six werewolves; three mate pairs. They were her representatives in the supernatural community. All six wolves were alpha wolves with unmatched skills and strength. Each couple had a specific task to perform. The moon goddess tasked one pair with planning and overseeing her agenda on the earth; one couple were master negotiators, hunters, and trackers; and my ancestors Fenroe and Tomyris were the warriors and protectors of all were kind. Fenroe bore the original protector symbol. The supernatural council called him whenever there was trouble or a threat to the s

"You must already know that our Alpha is part of the ancient werewolves, right? Well, he's not just part of the past generation. Alpha's great-grandfather was a first-generation werewolf. Or, should I say ... he was the first werewolf on earth." "He was ... he's the original descendant of the first werewolf?" repeated Stefan in surprise. To werewolves, the first werewolf was an almost divine existence. His strength was extraordinary, and he had such a long life that he was almost considered an immortal being. The first werewolf is rumored to have lived thousands of years ago. If Stefan thought that the first werewolf was Ullric's great-grandfather, then the man could understand why the Red M

Third Person's POV The wolf has gathered around from all over America. They have friends in Europe, and most of them are in contact with their friends. The wolves in Europe have also made a big Pack. They know they will have to fight the originals everywhere they go because they cannot allow them to build and city where they can keep humans as cattle. Humans are not cattle, and humans are there to be protected by werewolves and hunters. They were the first creatures on this earth. They were the original children of the Moon Goddess, but they had forgotten about her. Humans forgot about the old gods, and Selene put gypsies among them to remind them about the gods. Gypsies had magical powers,

To be honest, I'm relieved because I'm not sure if I'm going to have hope once more if I keep talking like this. After packing, I lay down on the bed and flipped through the book Margaret had given me. The book mainly introduces the primitive werewolf tribe. It was said that the world's first werewolf tribe originated from the army of a certain country. They were ordered to attend a diplomatic event with a friendly country, but the king of that country added poison containing wolfbane to the silver goblets. After they were poisoned to death, the bodies were thrown into the forest, baptized by the moonlight, and seven days later, on the night of the full moon, they woke up.

“They came from a pack called Origin Wolf. History books say that the pack was created by one of the children from Lycaon, therefore they see themselves as royalty” “Are they? You know, royalty?” “Lycaon was the first werewolf but he was not a crowned king. Origin Wolf is the closest thing that the Were community have to royalty, but there is no official government or crown or anything like that” “So then why do they think that? That they’re royals?”

“Uh oh, go on.” “She's the mother of all mystical beings; she birthed us the three originals, and we mated amongst humans; we shared with them our powers, but over the centuries, their powers lessened. So now the average werewolf does not equal me who is an original.” He took a deep breath and then continued, he saw the confusion on my face. “Now, do you catch up?” I rubbed the side of my temple. “One more question.”

I had come across the Halo mentioned a lot of times in the history books and understanding has started dawning on me concerning everything Father had always told me about this so-called life source and other things he always made us believe. The new Information I happened to find which says that the Lycans happened to be the original owners of this life source and happened to be the species that ruled the Werewolf with tenderness from the start only added conflictions to what I had been taught homeschooling as a Princess in the palace.

she looked extremely worried but I calmed her down and explained to her about my plans and the contract we signed, that seemed to ease her a bit but I could still sense worry. "I'm fine grandmother. I promise." she pulled me into a tight embrace and let me lie on her leg while she patted my hair and sang me an ancient wolf lullaby. Werewolves originated from a land now known as Sweden before they were chased out by Darius, so their acient lullabies are written in swedish, but only the old werewolves like my grandma could translate it. "Grandma, remind me the meaning of the lullaby " I asked.