Werecat Mythology Novels & Stories

Her madness echoed across realms until her sisters, weeping blood, forced her into an eternal slumber, a mercy that felt like deceit. In the whispered corridors of the realm, where myths were spun into reality, and legends were carved into the very fabric of time, there existed an entity known to all as the Eighth. He was a shadowed figure, veiled in the mists, his name uttered only in hushed tones and with an air of fear. He was not a creator, but one who thrived to destroy. To the revered Ancients, he was but a male amidst goddesses, his presence regarded as a stain upon their immaculate spectrum. With disdainful eyes, the sisterhood dismissed him out of hand. To them, he was a disgrace th

Soulless - werewolves who have turned rogue with no humanity left, giving in to their beastly urges. Rejection - an act in which your soulmate rejects the mate bond, causing immense pain to the rejected. Moon Goddess - the deity that created the werewolf race whom her creation worship Omega - The lowest ranked wolf in the pack sometimes treated as nothing more than a slave or an object

The woman looks at them and smiles, disappearing before their eyes. When everything is over, and they recover from the paralysis they felt, they run to Kat and ask: - What happened? Who was she? - She was the Moon Goddess. She told me that my pups were going to be healthy and happy. That they would be very united and strong together. So I can rest assured that, even though they had the power of life and death, they only worked together. She told me that the power of death is in the pup that looks like you – she says caressing Alex's face – and that the power of life is within the pup that looks like you – she says caressing Micky's face with her other hand.

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

The Story of the Priestesses “When the world was young and men had just begun ruling over the land, the Moon Goddess, Selene, and Zeus fell in love. Together, they had eight children: Narcissus, Pandia, Ersa, Horae, Musaeus, Eiar, Theros, Phthinoporon, and Kheimon—the Goddess of Winter. Men and wolves lived in prosperity, but as with all things, there must be balance. The gods had their counterparts—demons—creatures of destruction sent to Earth to undo the progress of both men and wolves. Their power was beyond that of any mortal, and soon, war broke out. It became known as the Battle of Worlds. Zeus, fearing extinction, sent Kheimon to the mortal realm with a mission—to rid the world of the

"It'll make sense. Let me tell you something." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "Selene is the Moon Goddess. The same Moon Goddess the entire wolf population worships. Back in the old days, she was treated like a real god. Well, she is." Catherine shrugged. "She's the creator of all wolves." She looked at the baby again. "But you see, not everyone is exactly what they look like. Not everything is exactly black and white. There's always a grey area." "What does that have to do with—"

"Tell me." Mitsi glanced at the door again and leaned closer. "The Goddess of my people isn't a wolf obviously, its' the Goddess Basetta and she's had fights with your goddess for centuries. They were as close as sisters at the start. But whenever Basetta created something, your Goddess Sabbi would always have to create something bigger and better. One day Basetta created the first cat shifters and set them to multiply throughout the world." I had a feeling I really wasn't going to like more of this. "Then what happened?"

“Wouldn’t someone have seen it? Especially since his Aunt was Caterina - the literal Moon Goddess?” Rebecca sits back and crosses her arms. “Caterina might be a Moon Goddess, but her rank doesn’t extend to my part of the world. There are certain things different Gods are not privy to, such as no one knowing who the Lycan God is - not even the Lycans.” “Oh,” I say, still confused but letting her continue.

“There aren’t many wolves in that region.” “Circe,” Kanati says simply. Then adds more in Cherokee for Kamama to translate: “We recommend only women interact with her. She’s been known to turn men into pigs.” A few wolves chuckle. “He’s not joking,” Audrey cuts in. “That’s literally her thing in mythology.” She’s really stepped up lately—especially in dealings with other supernatural groups. If Meredith steps down as High Priestess, Audrey will fill that role effortlessly. She has presence and poise. Arya-level stuff.

"She lived through it Di. She got through and survived, just like you." "How could they try to sacrifice a child to a god that may not exist?" "What god? You mean the moon goddess?" "No...Lycrith, god of the Lycans, or god of Darkness to others... The cult tricked my grandfather in believing it was her, but it was never her, it was Lycrith that they worshipped. They believed that one day Lycans will return back from extinction, ruling over wolves and humanity alike. " I looked down to the rabbit and stroked my hand across its soft head one last time before gently placing it on the ground.