Werewolf Lore Novels & Stories

She needed to know. We have been called many names throughout the past including lycanthrope and gerufi and eventually called legend and fable. But we are most commonly called werewolf. Werewolf? What is…? Does this mean there are more of us? No. No more. His gaze remained unchanged but could feel the pain radiating from his body, though she knew not how. Her heart began to ache so deep within her chest she felt it would burst. A lump lodged itself in her throat and then a pressure welled in her gut. As she searched his eyes willing him to explain, pictures began to pass through her mind. Pictures of war… no… pictures of slaughters! The slaughter of wolves; friends and family. Abs

that I snapped back to reality. I paused my movements and looked up at him. His eyes were filled with innocence and confusion, which warmed my heart. "Oh, are you wanting to ask me something about dogs?" I ventured gently. Neil nodded slightly. "Yeah..." I knew this moment would eventually come. Taking a deep breath, I summoned my courage. "Neil, have you ever heard of werewolves?" He furrowed his brow. "I don't know." "Werewolves are creatures that can shift between human and wolf forms. In this world, there are many beings that exist beyond what science can explain," I explained patiently.

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.

Adolph asked, his tone light. “That stained glass mural…” Adolph looked over at it and hummed, “It’s been there since the temple was built.” “What do you think it means?” “I was told that the black wolf is the sword and the white wolf is the shield of the kingdom,” Adolph said. “Though, I’m pretty sure that the window is a depiction of the first conflict werewolves ever had with vampires long ago.” Laurel frowned. She’d never heard the story. Adolph slid closer, directing her gaze around the mural. In the beginning, the moon goddess and the sun god created everything. Werewolves and vampires were created as brother species and once loved equally.

The one who had been about to kill the woman and been thrown away, stood up clutching at where he had just been bitten in terror. He stared at it like it was a death sentence as if that bite meant the end of his life. Because it was, werewolf bites were deadly to Vampires. And Damon had already taken a huge chunky bite off his shoulder. “Lupus, Rogue King, we do not want a fight with you,” The second one started speaking,

Lore is a young werewolf with dreams of adventuring the rest of the vast lands of Selestine, but his blood did not allow him to leave his clan freely like any other young werewolf that could travel to hone themselves in the wild. Lore Light was born in the clan of pious believers that sees the worship of the Moon goddess as the purpose of their life. The Light clan was a small werewolf tribe that was blessed with a werewolf that was given the special ability to heal, and it was at the time when they are encountering a plague that could have wiped out all of them. So their belief for the Moon goddess triumphs all of their logic in life, and the Moon view temple is the seed that they have plan

"But I still don't know why you thought Jamie could help or what it all has to do with your interest in werewolves." Lia sighed again and took another sip of her wine. "You have no idea how hard it is to track people down when you don't know who they are or where they are. Some of the earliest stories of werewolves came from Romania. They called them varcolac, and the stories became family folktales passed down from generation to generation." "But - "

She asked stubbornly. “Rogues are someone who is not from any pack, they live lonely like wild. The Riverstone pack has a law they don’t invite rogues to join them, instead, they kill them,” said Carmen while rolling her eyes. “Kill them? But why?” She asked. “My Dad has told me a long time ago When the moon goddess has come to the earth for a mate, whom she soon found, a man destined to be her mate, legend says he was a werewolf born of the humans when she found him, they had a daughter together, their first child they loved her so much, one day a rogue thought the girl was his mate, so he abducts her but she was not his mate, she was mated to a Canis Lupus,” Carmen was telling a tale in he

she looked extremely worried but I calmed her down and explained to her about my plans and the contract we signed, that seemed to ease her a bit but I could still sense worry. "I'm fine grandmother. I promise." she pulled me into a tight embrace and let me lie on her leg while she patted my hair and sang me an ancient wolf lullaby. Werewolves originated from a land now known as Sweden before they were chased out by Darius, so their acient lullabies are written in swedish, but only the old werewolves like my grandma could translate it. "Grandma, remind me the meaning of the lullaby " I asked.

“Yes, and prove yourself you have. Tell me about your charity.” “Werewolf Liberation Fund helps displaced werewolves build skills, gain knowledge, find jobs, and homes. All at no cost to the wolf. Every penny that our workers made has been invested right back into our charity. We’ve been lucky to have many professionals donate their time and expertise to helping the wolves in our care.” “And what about the rumors that the Werewolf Liberation Fund is behind the massive werewolf exodus from Oconee.”