Werewolf Fantasy Series Novels & Stories

I'll bring you back, no matter what happens! . [In the undergrounds. It was shaking, different creatures of the underworld hid for their lives]. "It is finally happening…. The prophecy we have been waiting for centuries!!!". . A/N: Thanks for reading! If you're enjoying this story, please don't forget to share, comment and vote. This book is my original creation and a series (Part l) , and its genre is under Werewolf…. But with the combination of different creatures like the witches, vampires, Demons, divine mystical beings and many more as each chapter has its own unique stories to tell.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

“I’ll give you one more chance. What’s the old wolf hiding?” Finn’s resolve cracked, the fear in his eyes spilling over. He swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s… it’s the Lunar Pure. Elder Cora said it’s rising. That’s all I know, I swear.” Zane’s eyes narrowed, a spark of recognition flaring in their amber depths. He stood, his mind racing. The Lunar Pure—a myth, a legend whispered among the packs, a wolf born under a blood moon with power to unite or destroy. He’d heard the tales as a pup, dismissed them as fairy stories, but now… He glanced at Rhea, who released Finn’s hair, her cruel smile returning. “The Lunar Pure,” she murmured, her voice laced with glee. “That’s no myth,

“It’s possible, but rare. It’s really only with those who were never intended to be a werewolf.” “You sound as if the werewolf was created like man was created,” I chuckled. “The werewolf is a species transplanted from another planet, as is the vampire and the elf,” she said with the smugness of someone who was all knowing. I sat in silence while I tried to absorb what she was telling me. As crazy as it was, I was actually beginning to believe it. “Can I pry a little?” Cindy asked. “Sure,” I said apprehensively. “I guess.”

Lya The book I had found on my bed was interesting, to say the least. It had been wrapped in an old cloth, and the warmth under my skin when I skimmed my hand over the cover confirmed it was embossed with silver. Given it seemed to be a book about werewolves, and we had a sensitivity to silver, that was a peculiar choice. I wondered if it was filled with information they didn’t want just anyone reading. I hadn’t gotten much into the book - just the introduction of the Wulver Pack, its location, and when it came into existence - when there was a knock on the door. I went over to open it, not at all surprised that Oliver was on the other side.

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow. Suddenly, my pup trembled violently, and an ancient, soul-stirring, and terrifying roar echoed. With the awakening complete, a golden paw emerged, sharp claws glinting. Then, a tiny werewolf head peeked out. “Mother!” The voice was small but clear, and two round, bright eyes stared directly at me. I flinched at the sudden call, and Kaeren appeared beside me as well. The little pup stretched, its golden fur patterned with sacred silver markings—the legendary emblem of the Primordial Lycan!

For werewolves, the full moon is a sacred occasion. A werewolf pack congregates for their own rites in the same manner that humans might dress nicely and convene at a place of worship. The location where we meet for the Trialblazer pack is roughly an hour and a half northwest of Toronto. Two hundred acres of pristine territory where we can securely wander as the monsters we become every full moon were once home to a pack long before Canada was known as New France, at the time when our ancestors fled northern Europe in longboats.