Warewolf Stories Novels & Stories

“Would I not?” Riley came over and placed a mug of coffee on the table. “It was pulled from schools because wolves didn’t want to believe in it.” “Why?” “A few reasons.” Riley curled up on the loveseat with a mug. “A lot of the stories are about the beginnings. What the first werewolves wanted as the foundation for their packs.” I flipped through some of the top pages of my work, half listening. “That’s bad?”

Tony had wanted to protect me, but he didn't want to break Vampire rules to do it. "After roaming around Poland for some weeks, I found myself drinking in a bar in Estonia where I heard a particularly interesting story of werewolves in an old little town cut off from most other civilization. The story went that many years ago the surrounding towns were constantly being attacked by wolf-like creatures. Eventually the villagers ran them out, and the creatures settled elsewhere and stayed mostly to themselves. I figured it was worth looking into. You wouldn't imagine how many stories I had to listen to just to get to something that I could even follow up on." He chuckled. "Enough cash and sheer

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.

"It's immediate death if any tries to cross the border" "Oh" Iris's tattoo got a third line added to her tattoo but the third line crossed the two lines she had before. "You have exactly the type of tattoo my mum has," Willow whispered to Iris. "Really?" "Yeah" Willow nodded. "Well, she was married to a werewolf and probably lived here before. Has she ever told you the story of her love and marriage?" Iris asked. "No. But I think that would probably be a great conversation" Willow smiled. "You see?" Iris waggled her eyebrows.

I can’t tell how helpless I am feeling to not be able to help her in growing and learning her true strength’ she placed her hand on my shoulder. ‘Don’t stress much. She will learn and grow by herself, give her some time. I understand your pain, but White Wolves are sacred and only they know about their real powers, nobody knows exactly what they hold, they are meant to save us, and they quietly do their job till they live.’ My heart sank, and my hold around her hand tightened.

I suddenly remembered Reginald. I glanced at her again, "Where is Reginald? He will not like these lies you are telling and I do not believe you. You are just using me against them." "The werewolf and the witch cannot be together because they have always been mortal enemies since ancient." She said seriously.

They were held down with force to the ground and were surrounded by vampires who tied them up. Coby squatted in front of one of the warriors and asked the warrior to tell him any top secret or information he knew about the werewolf kingdom and the Reapers that would aid the attack of the vampire kingdom on the werewolf kingdom. The warrior spat on his face and insulted him also saying that he does not know anything and even if he does he will never tell him anything, not even the slightest bit of it.

A history that had haunted every wolf tale whispered across the territories. Varic, The terrible. My pulse spiked, and I scrambled backward on the bed instinctively, ignoring the pain ripping through my skull. He noticed but remained unfazed. His eyes narrowed slightly with something I couldn't identify. “So, you know who I am,” he said quietly. “Good,” he finished and turned back to his seat. Stories flooded my mind. Stories of the Alpha who tore down enemy packs. Who refused the Council’s rule. Who vanished into the woods and came back with stronger powers without a source.

She sighed longed and exhale, her gaze constantly looking outside the veranda like her eyes were digging through something in the sky, a night where only the stars were glowing in their place but no moon. "Dad used to recite me the history when I was a small child. A history about the war between vampires and werewolves. He said they barely stand each other. My memories are vague about it as it was long before and I merely remember what he said. " "All he used to tell me was war history so grandma used to snatch me from Dad whenever he told me disturbing history. She believed I may get bad influence or get mentally disturbed and unhealthy if he tells me the violent history of war. I was just

Out of necessity I had set it up a while back, but I seldom had much use for it these days with everything that had been happening. I decided to check out the Paranormal Watch to see the top news concerning werewolves. After a little while of scrolling through the headlines, one thing stood out to me: more and more sightings and run-ins of normal wolves with rogues. They were becoming bolder and unpredictable with their attacks, and it wasn't just in Mysticrock anymore. There had been two sightings at Ironhill in just the past week. Video posts had been made, showing at least the 30 second clips of injured victims. One particular video of a mother holding on to her injured child broke my hea