Werewolf Origin Country Novels & Stories

The Lycans and Werewolves are two different species of wolf man but they carry a common past. The ancient legends speak of a king named Licaon who lived in Greece, southern Europe, more precisely in the city of Arcadiae who would have been cursed by Zeus for committing unholy and cruel acts. It is said that he was a sadist, who murdered the visitors of his castle and used to serve his meat to guests at the dining table.

Acwulf. She immediately sat up and examined the name's history. As most werewolf clans it originated from Greece and she wondered if that's why her school was called Greece. And thinking about her school made her recall the grey eyed beauty who's existence made her heart flutter. Troy and his last name popped into her mind and she gasped. How in the odds that his last name was Acwulf? Is he a werewolf like it mentioned In the book. A span of memories resurfaced of the grey werewolf that had the same eyes as his. The huge grey wolf that attacked them in the woods and also one particular moment when he told her he was saving the image of her ass so he could fuck himself using it.

I believed my ancestors were good werewolves, and believed they would not make up stories to deceive their own descendants. Werewolves had a much longer lifespan than humans. There were werewolves that lived up to several hundred years. Although the war between the packs of the past caused many werewolves to die and it was difficult to find a werewolf over a hundred years old still alive, I would definitely find one.

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

His outburst met with a dark scowl from Dragomir. “Werewolf you say. How very odd. I did not think you had werewolves in this country. I thought they preferred Europe for their homestead,” Dragomir mused as he rotated his shoulder in an attempt to work an annoying kink out of it. “I am not certain, M’liege, but I believe this is a special kind of werewolf,” Louis offered. “I think he said it was Hunanian.” “Hunurian,” Dragomir corrected him as he tapped his chin lightly with his forefinger. “This is not good. This is really not good.”

The scientist smiled and pressed the remote he was holding. The man named Uno stopped running when he felt a pain in his head. He stopped running and growl. He looked behind him to see what the scientist was doing, but he had run a long way in just one minute. “Ahh!” he cried out again when he felt the pain again. He fell on the ground and suddenly felt all his bones cracking and his body felt so hot. As he crawls on the ground, he felt that he’s slowly changing into something… a werewolf!

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."

The kingdom of Arcadia was ruled by his family since the creation of the first werewolf. Several thousand years ago his ancestor Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, angered the god 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, thus creating the first werewolves.

We found records on werewolf origins, tracing back to the Moon Goddess herself. “The first werewolves were born from the Goddess’s will,” Ares read aloud. “She rewarded her most faithful followers with her power, and that is how werewolves came to be.” It was a good refresher, but nothing new. We needed something deeper—something that connected to priestesses. Then, we found it. A worn leather-bound journal, its pages yellowed with age. The name inscribed on the inside cover sent a chill down my spine. Celeste.