Werewolf Myth Origin Novels & Stories

Laura's point of view: "Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, angered Zeus when he served him a meal made from the remains of a sacrificed boy. As punishment, the enraged Zeus turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves." It's a famous story about the origins of werewolves. Yet, it is nothing more than a tale that grown-ups used to scare their children with. Still, a famous question exists. Who were the first werewolves? And who created them? When, and how?

"Well, Werewolves or Lycanthropes have been around for centuries now. They are the basis of you know all these legends and movies with small variations of course" "So, they haven't been exactly hiding or what?" "They have but even the most well kept secret always come to light". He took a turn overtaking an old couple in a truck. "Anyways, legend says that the first werewolves were from an American tribe that struck a deal with a demon. He made them Werewolves in exchange for something lost in translation and stories over the years. Some also that the Werewolf powers came genetically and that it's just nature." "What do you believe in then? What's your own origin theory?", Hailey asked with

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.

They walked slowly as Sanna briefed her about the history of werewolves and it was just as it was told in Ovid's book of metamorphosis. "So the father of werewolves was actually human before he was transformed into a wolf man?" Maris' curiosity bubbled. "Actually, he was the king of Arcadia. Lycaon and his sons tried to trick Zeus into eating human flesh to show his weakness." Sanna's Auburn hair freely whirled around in the breeze and she rubbed down on it every once in a while. "Zeus found out, got angry and killed all three sons of Lycaon with a lightning bolt."

"...but tell me, what do your precious tablets and scrolls say about them? Werewolves. Were they all really monsters like we used to play when we were younger, or were they once something more?" At this, the laughter finally subsided, as he leaned forward, his grey eyes still glinting mischief in the quiet. With the silent and intelligent fire he always carried when lore was asked of him. This was among his favourite knowledge areas. "That depends on which texts or scrolls you ask. Some of the oldest clay tablets describe them as types of guardians — hunters bred purely to cull what we still have some myths of... known by the texts. You know them, called the Dark Ones? There was a blood pact

"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 - "

"He has a pretty rigid attitude. Extremely forthright. Very Sudann. His ties to the past and the traditional methods of doing things are very deep. There are stories whispered around campfires late at night that our people pass down about people who can change their appearance. "On the other hand, they aren't myths, are they?" "No, not completely. It is commonly held that a distant relative became the first true werewolf after being cursed by a witch for being responsible for the death of her pet wolf. The young warrior, furious and terrified of what he had become, went completely insane and began murdering everything that got in his way.

The woman finishes her story. “Mama?” the small girl speaks up. “Hmmm?” the woman contently sounds out while snuggling deeper in to the warm of her mate and child. “How did more werewolves come about?” the child asks. “What do you mean?” the father questions his daughter. She pulls away from her parents and sits on her pink duvet and faces them. “The moon goddesses lover was the first werewolf , so that means there were no werewolves before him. How did we come about when his mate was a human and he had been a werewolf?” she asks folding her arms.

The air in the chamber didn't just chill; it died. The figure standing in the corner was a grotesque mockery of life. Ronan’s body, which Zayden had broken with his bare hands, stood upright, but his limbs moved with a disjointed, mechanical twitching. The void-black eyes leaked a dark, viscous smoke that pooled at his feet. This wasn't a werewolf. This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead.

What is he even doing here? He is known as the vampire who is a werewolf hunter. He is responsible for a lot of deaths of their kind. He has a story, one that is quite sorrowful but not enough to agree with his views. It all started 500 years ago when Cassius was still human. I have only heard the story; it is not a 100 percent factual. Cassius’s whole family was murdered in cold blood by a pack of wolves. No one knows why there have been different reasons circulating but none have been confirmed. Even though there is a peace treaty between the two kinds, Cassius, has never conformed to the agreement. He doesn’t stay in a place for a long time; once he is done with the murders, he leaves the