Werewolf History Novels & Stories

They linked their arms with mine and pulled me to the side. “You know werewolf history is filled with blood and war. Earlier there used to be too many pack wars before the founding families laid down the rules and regulations to abide by. It brought us peace and stability. But one notorious family was against the rise of just one alpha so they killed so many innocents.” My eyes widened. “Killed innocents?” Our history books only taught us that war had been inevitable because the witches were encroaching on our land. There was no mention of one of our own turning against us.

"The King usually doesn't take meetings with... rogues." My lips press together in a thin line as the redhead calls me a rogue. The word sounds dirty on her lips. I know what packies think of us. They believe that rogues are uncivilized and barbaric. At one point in werewolf history, they were. Rogues were a menace to the packs. They would come in and terrorize the packs. Steal their supplies and rape their women. The biggest dishonor that could befall a werewolf was to be banished from a pack and become a rogue.

The werewolf, now known as the first King of Wolves, took another as his wife, and their offspring carried on the lineage of the royal blood. History may have been forgotten and obscured over time, but the werewolves endured as a symbol of power. Unbeknownst to them, the witches harboured a deep-seated resentment for these beasts, which festered until the year 2000, when war erupted. The witches manipulated circumstances, fueling animosity between vampires and werewolves, leading to frequent battles for resources that ravaged the once-peaceful land.

"It's a practice that's deeply ingrained in our culture, a reminder of our connection to nature and the wild." Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in a little closer. "But why not move to the human world? Wouldn't it be more convenient?" I paused, my gaze turning distant as I delved into the complexities of our history. "A century ago, human-werewolf relations weren't as harmonious as they are now," I explained. "There were tensions, hostilities, even a war that tore apart many werewolf families. It was a dark time, one that left scars on both sides."

The wind blew through their thick mane. For hundreds of years, werewolves had hidden safely from humans. Every now and again, a story came out that people mistook as a legend, but it was all real. He couldn’t think of any tale where a werewolf happily mated with a human. And the history of their kind was as ancient as the sun and moon. Limitless. Infinite and more unknown than the origin of the universe. And in every century, every historical period, a werewolf existed with some tale woven into the past.

Half a million werewolves living among humans without anyone knowing. "And worldwide?" "Approximately three million." More murmurs. Louder this time. Senator Caldwell, a woman from Texas, leaned forward. "How long have werewolves been hiding among us?" "Centuries. We've coexisted with humans throughout recorded history." "And you never thought to tell us?" Dr. Martinez chose her words carefully. "The decision to remain hidden was based on historical persecution. In medieval Europe, suspected werewolves were hunted and killed. In colonial America, similar witch hunts targeted our kind. We learned that survival meant secrecy."

“Yes, that’s true. But it is more to the story than you know. She had a silver wolf that she loved dearly. When Father Radu asked the Moon Goddess for help, her precious silver wolf has been mortally injured. She helped Father Radu, but he had to bind his soul to the wolf's one. She took both of them to an ancient altar, putting both of them on top of it, one next to another. Using magic unknown to us, she took both of them, and the silver wolf was absorbed into Father Radu's body. Thus man and beast became one, Radu becoming the first werewolf. The silver wolf is known as the First Wolf or the Original Wolf. The silver wolf was special, having lots of abilities, and Father Radu learned to u

She had barely managed to bark the words Wait, we need to plan first, when the infuriating beast had burst out of the grand hall, heading for the borders. Kendra knew how important the pack was to the Alpha… he was as possessive of it as a mother wolf was of her cubs, but he didn’t know how many of the curers were out there, and granted… he was a very powerful wolf, but a few Silver weapons too many, and he would be just like a normal human being— completely mortal and at the mercy of the evil humans. Now a little background on the origin of the werewolf curse. The werewolf curse had infected a select few about a century ago, around the 1500s.

The summit was an opportunity for packs to come together, discuss matters of vital importance, and forge alliances that ensured the continued existence of their kind. The history of the summit dated back centuries, harkening to a time when territorial disputes and conflicts threatened to tear apart the werewolf community. The visionary leaders of that era sought a way to maintain peace and cooperation, leading to the inception of the summit. It became a sacred event, held annually or biennially, where packs from far and wide would converge to discuss matters of territories, boundaries, and the overall welfare of werewolves.

He chuckled dryly. "How old have you been?" I asked. "Isn't that a rude question?" He looked at me with an eyebrow raised. I stuttered but he laughed and waved it off, saying, "I was created just a little bit after the death of Julius Ceasar, ancient Rome." I gasped. "You've been alive since then?" "You make it sound awful," he said, smiling. "That was around the same time that the first werewolves showed up too. Lycans did not show up until much much later."