Werewolf Like Creatures Novels & Stories

The creatures roared at the two speedsters who were then able to see clearly what these things were. They were tall, about seven feet, with thick hairy grotesque bodies that had them hunching. Their sizes resembled that of grizzly bears except their snarling contorted faces with small but piercing yellow eyes together with the pointed ears gave them more of a werewolf look and even had short thick tails. "How about you all go back to the hellhole you crawled out of!" Damon yelled and it was his skin that ended up crawling after he saw the creatures open their mouths. Their menacing eyes and curved sickle-like claws may have been horrifying but not as much as what came next.

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.

"Don't be scared. I will not hurt you. I am the moon goddess." "What do you want with me?" My voice was trabbeling. I was so scared that I couldn't move. When I found the strength to move again I walked backwards, but I came with my back against what felt like a wall. thé woman came closer and I saw that she was pure withe even her skin was. I felt her power and I knew she was not from this world. She was neither a ghost. It was like she was something in between. I know now she was really thé moon goddess. I had heard from it from Ava. I learned that she made all wolves and werewolves on earth. She was the first one of them all. "I was your mother in your first after live."

It was at that very time that something else started running through my mind. I sat back at my desk, creating a new search bar as I put in the word 'Werewolves.' There were several stories and folklore about the creatures from different cultures across the world. Most of them gave the same descriptions; half men, half beasts, who turned every full moon. Some described them as men eating demons.

“Did I stutter?” He, along with Alec and Piper, are my least favorite people. I hold a huge grudge against them. I hate their pack, but I hate the three more. Now four, if we could include Calvin. When no one says anything, I continue. “The creatures you just described are hybrids. A breed between a werewolf and vampire.” “But that’s impossible. Wolves and vampires can’t reproduce. It’s biologically impossible,” Alec buts in, interrupting me before I could explain everything to them.

“No, there are packs all over the world. And not all werewolves are alike; some look more like giant wolves, and others look like me. It’s just how your bloodlines are.” I nodded. We sat there in silence; I tried to let the information flow over me. I thought I was the only apex predator in the world. Now I was up against mythical creatures that turned out to be real. Are there other creatures out there that I thought were fake but are actually real. “What are you thinking about?” His eyes were filled with concern.

He ordered. The wolf followed and lowered his back on the forest floor. He stuck out his tongue and licked the chops like a dog waiting for a treat. I thought werewolves were bloodthirsty creatures, all instincts and no reason. That they turned on instincts, and no reason. That they turned unchecked one night with the full moon. But apparently it was only in urban legends and fiction films. Although I was scared shitless at first, to say the least, I was fascinated by the beautiful creature that looked like a wolf but had eyes that resembled humans.

I cut her words in wonderment as I became interested now, “may I ask if those werewolves are like the wolves? The real wolves, I mean. The wild animals that look for their prey. Are werewolves like those wild animals? Do they have the same kind of pack too? A family that the alpha protects? The rogue you are talking about… that rogue must be really bad, that is why his alpha wanted his death. Alpha leads and secures its members, so if there is a rogue, then… then it means that one is the worst one.” “They are almost the same as the wolves you are referring to,” she gave another smile at me. “Same but different in many ways. Werewolves look like humans but can change into wolf forms while wol

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

Marcus noted, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "He is," a voice interrupted them. Pascal and Marcus turned to see the leader of the rogue pack that had abducted Pascal. "How long were you planning on hiding in there?" Pascal asked coldly. The rogue pack leader sneered. "Not necessarily hiding. I was simply waiting for your friend. You're a werewolf?" he asked, surprised. "Of course he is. Are your senses so corrupted that you couldn't tell? Oh, wait, I forgot, you're just a rogue werewolf. Your senses are as bad as your reputation," Marcus chimed in.