Werewolf Origin Country Novels & Stories

“While there’s no evidence to indicate that she knows she’s a witch or has embraced the craft, the most powerful witches and warlocks tend to be born to alpha parents. With her fraternal twin doing a trial run as alpha for the Purple Mountain pack it would be fair to assume that their parents were natural born alpha’s. For a long time an alpha born wolfless used to be looked at as an abomination but recently it has been revealed that those werewolves are very powerful without the ability to transform into a wolf. Now, I apologize for taking this out of order but I wanted to start with facts before introducing the myth. It is a known fact that most if not all werewolves originated from the un

“That is the story…and they were all female. They mated with human men, and the first immortal Lycans came into being. To this day, Goddess-born wolves are female. The gene can't be passed on to males.” “What happened to the originals?” Troy shrugged. “No one really knows. One day, they were just gone.” “Then…where do werewolves come from?” “A genetic mutation. The species split off from Lycans thousands of years ago. Our historians and scientists traced their origin all the way back to the bronze age.” “And Lycans?” “The Palaeolithic era at least, maybe even further back.” I really had to work hard to wrap my mind around all the information Troy threw at me. It was a lot, much more than I t

“Anywhere in the world? Hmmm, let me think. There are several places in the world that are said to have a history of magic. My parents took us to Salem when we were younger and then to New Orleans when we were older. Both were a lot of fun from a witch perspective. But there are other places, like Iceland and Ireland where magic is said to live. I’d like to visit those places someday, to see if I can feel the witchcraft in the area.” Xander smiles at me. “A witchy tour, I like it.” “How about you? Where would you like to go?” I ask. “The truth, although I don’t think you’ll believe me, is anywhere you are, Maeve.” I snort, nearly causing my water to shoot out of my nose. “Seriously, Xander.

A Fifth Great Pack called lapetus. That's just a folktale. There were only four Great Packs, lo, Callisto, Ganymede, and Europa. Jayden looks at me with a toothy grin. The Lycans are just an evolution of the Werewolves. There's not much of a difference between us and you, Alora. Avianna says nothing to dispute it and so I let that part of the conversation end there. Where did Werewolves come from? Jayden answers this one with enthusiasm. You've heard of the Cambrian Explosion, right? When life on Earth was born?

I ask Evelyn and her eyes are full of terror. Alejandro is one to be feared, Kira! I never even thought he was real but it seems so. Haven't you heard of the Gomez 's history? She asks me and I recall a time when my father was reading me a bedtime story I've heard of it...isn't it a tale? I say. "The Gomez pack is one of the oldest packs in werewolf history and it started in Mexico." Evelyn enlightens me. "Even though their heredity hails from Mexico, the oldest alpha had six sons and when they became of age, they moved out to other continents and dominated the wolves there."

I opened it to its first page, seeing the beginning of Garret's extensive family tree. His family dated back to the 1600s. I had known a little of werewolf history, knowing that they had roamed the earth for as long as anyone could remember. His family had started in France, no shock there with his perfect French tongue. As I flipped aimlessly through the pages, I began to see the resemblance in his great-great-great-great, all the greats, grandfathers. They must've had some strong genes for them to continue all the way to the twenty-first century.

But deep in his heart, the women and men in the village, they were all good people. Before, when he was just an orphan, no one cared to take care of him. It was the people in this village who took care of him as an adult. Only, humans and wolves are two different worlds. Since they found out that he was a werewolf, moreover, he had killed a lot of livestock in the village. They gradually shunned him, treating him like an enemy. However, this did not matter much to Adam. In the immediate future, he did not want to endanger these innocent people for his own sake.

I say and I end the link. I live in The Netherlands and we are the only pack in the country. Due to how crowded our country is, most weres moved to Germany or France. But our pack stayed at the place it was originated. We now have a small village all to ourselves on the border of a big National Forest Park. After 8 PM everybody needs to be out of the forest, so we can let our wolves out without anyone trespassing.

Alpha Jackson informed her, but Lily smiled at him. "That's okay because I don't want your approval." She told him. She took a deep breath, her eyes focused, her shoulders back, her chin high, "Werewolves have existed since the story of Jesus Christ, the Werewolf King born in the fall of Julius Caesar." She started to recite their history. He was impressed that she managed to learn so much in such a short time. "We don't want to relearn our history." Alpha Derek let out a growl.

The werewolf king greeted and motioned between him and the rogue king. "Well, I am here to ask you both for your army. My daughter, Derric, and I have decided to start a war against the vampire king. It is time for them to stop disrespecting me, and their mates." "I have been waiting a long time for this. The vampire king has taken away one of my people's mates by making him marry the princess. " Everyone is looking at me after I growled at King Brandon. "Sorry for the disrespect, King Brandon. The princess is my mate. I just don't like anyone talking about her like that." I apologize and bow down.