Werewolf People Novels & Stories

Silver Moon Pack. The wind tonight was as usual, and the air was chilly on the high peaks. The moon was pale, and the howls of those damned werewolves echoed throughout the village. Raven, under the pale moonlight, listened to the howls like thousands of needles piercing his ears. It was an insult to him. Raven Blackwood, one of the werewolves of the Silver Moon Pack. However, he had never been considered part of the race, only considered trash because he couldn't display his powers as a werewolf.

Zane gave them both a look. They faintly smiled and this time, Tyr spoke. “Unless they’re rogues, they’ll never attack humans. Based on our experience and study about their kinds, werewolves usually never show themselves to humans. They don’t want to ruin the balance of both worlds. It has been like that for centuries until rogues started to prey on humans a few years ago. They… started exploiting humans into joining them.” “What do you mean join them?” “Infecting them with their venom and turning them into newborns. They are humans that have been bitten by rogues and they eventually turn.” Zeev answered him.

When the werewolves occupied the land, humans were either killed or chose to surrender and be their slaves. Werewolves are not needed in the biological ecosystem concept, they’re just an intruder. Werewolves have no mercy, they’re filthy creatures who prey on someone’s fear. All the more reason to kill and abolish their whole existence. “Well, the front phase of this old marketplace has a huge gate and of course, we will not go there.” I get a piece of paper and draw a mini-map to explain where we are entering. “How about our weapons?” Rendall asked while staring at the map I drew.

Since the time of the ancient settlers, the city grew, and since the time the city grew, the trouble came. The trouble was wolves, but the wolves of the forest were no ordinary creatures. They possessed ungodly power with supernatural strength and heightened senses. They hunted men for sport and dragged their victims deep into the forest. The wolves of Banglador were ferocious monsters with human spirits. In the day, they would take the form of a man, but their bodies would change with the rising of the moon. The men became cruel and savage beasts, hungry for blood, and the town was in fear because of them. Some called them demons and others shifting shadows, but they were known to the world

Iris POV. Long ago, The earth was vast and enriched with the finest of things and mostly dominated by three tribes. The werewolves who were the strongest and also known as shape shifters. The Vampires who are the fastest and also referred to as the night crawler or blood suckers because of their need to feed on it to survive and lastly, the third tribe who are the humans who are seen as the gods abomination because of their lack of strength or anything supernatural like their two counterparts.

Following the man with the spear to a log cabin, located on the central edge of the prairie, Adam quickly saw muscular men, along with a group of women with sharp eyes, constantly moving. looked intently at himself. All of them, giving Adam a kind of familiar feeling. It was clear that this group of people were all werewolves. In normal times, their appearance is no different from that of humans. However, Adam could confirm, these werewolves must be much stronger than him. Anyway, looking at their appearance, they are not weak people.

"Oh, come on! Even though we came from different packs we have a connection to each other." "You followed me," Kasper said with a serious tone in his voice. "I guess I did... But the problem is, why did you help her?" That night. The news about some Rogues that attacking humans is spreading. One of the rules of the werewolf village is to not encounter Rogues because it will be a disgrace to them. That's why the leader of the village told them to just ignore it.

She would completely freak out and he was only going to scare her away from him. Besides, he would be revealing a secret that had been well protected for centuries. Yes, people could claim that they knew something was off about them and some suspected that they might be werewolves but it was all only just a myth to the majority of people. No one could say for certain. They also were always getting the facts wrong. Some papers claim that they suck blood for a living but that wasn't for werewolves. That was for vampires. It would definitely be too risky for him to reveal it to Kayla. She might speak out about it and that would put them all in danger.

But if it was possible… As the search results populated the screen, I clicked on the first article that caught my eye, hoping it would shed some light on my problem. Article 1: The Mythology of Werewolves 'Werewolves, also known as lycanthropes, are mythical creatures that appear in folklore and legends across various cultures. The transformation into a werewolf is typically associated with the full moon, although variations exist in different traditions. The exact methods of becoming a werewolf vary, but common themes include being bitten by an existing werewolf, a curse, or practising dark magic. The notion of werewolves congregating in packs is prevalent in many legends, often in remote o

Maxion said, facepalming his self. “I'll have to agree with you there.” I replied. “A good number of these slaves were people we captured from opposing werewolf packs or people who committed heinous crimes so they should be happy I didn't kill them.” “Exactly what we were saying earlier.” Chief Dara said. “Give them a little and watch them work all over you.” I nodded in agreement while watching their supposed leader talking to some people beside him. “Who is that man?” I asked. “Um…I really do not know?” Chief Dara replied.