Werewolf Related Words Novels & Stories

Alex opened his eyes, even though it was only lit by the light from the moon coming in through my bedroom window I could still see the color of his eyes. "What are they doing?" "Ah ... Werewolves are creatures that need a pack, just like a pack. And sometimes not having a pack can make the werewolf a little frustrated to the point of going crazy, rogues often attack pack members, even injure them. They are dangerous, Cara. Sometimes they even form herd of fellow rogues to attack the pack." Alex yawned as he finished explaining it to me, his face looking very tired. "Oh ... " I replied while yawning, "I have to go to school tomorrow, I guess I should continue my sleep."

A sudden pain washed over them, and suddenly heard a growl on their minds that seemed to shake and rattle their bones. That just lasted for a second, but it is enough for them to have a thought of it. They haven’t even spoken yet, when someone connected a mind link to Gamma Zayev. “Gamma Zayev, some of our warriors suddenly got unconscious at their posts. We concluded that it is after we felt some fort of great mind link by some wolf that sends a sudden pain on all of us,” said one of the warrior werewolves. “Send some mind link to the warriors near the pack house. If there are any that are not affected, send them to the areas guarded by the fainted warriors. And bring our unconscious warrio

He stopped speaking and faced me again. "That's all the members of the Werewolves packs?" I asked him. "There's actually this called the Rogues." "Who are they?" "Rogues are actually those wolves that have been outcast or left their packs." "It's like a human being when it comes to them, there are also outcasts." "Yeah." "So what else are you talking about them?"

The twins, bound by an unbreakable bond, commanded respect and admiration from their pack. As the festivities unfolded, laughter cascaded like music, mingling with the joyous melodies of celebration. The twins effortlessly navigated through the crowd, exchanging warm embraces and heartfelt conversations with their pack members. Their genuine smiles illuminated the room, forging a sense of unity and camaraderie within the werewolf community.

I turned to face him head-on. “What kind of power transfer?" I demanded. “Have you ever heard of ‘Mater Luporum’?” he countered. I narrowed my eyes while folding my arms over my chest. I bit down on the inside of my cheek. “My Latin skills are a bit rusty; however, I’m guessing that means ‘Mother of wolves’.”

I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity and apprehension. Aunt Florence sighed heavily, her expression grave. "No one knows for certain. The legends say that the moon goddess's wrath could manifest in various ways—natural disasters, plagues, or even a curse upon the land and its people. During those times, those who had wronged the white wolves prayed fervently for death to spare them from the goddess's fury." Her words painted a grim picture of fear and regret among our ancestors. The consequences of their actions had evidently left a deep mark on werewolf history, shaping beliefs and traditions for generations.

“So, about this mind speak thingy…” “Ah, that’s a type of communication magic that all werewolves have. It lets them talk with their pack members,” said John, who finally chose to speak after watching the two in their awkward situation. “Anything you say using that magic can only be heard by those you consider part of your pack. In this case, it’s Young Master Nico and I. Your parents would probably be able to hear you as well, but since there’s a considerable distance, they would likely not.” “Oh, okay…”

Thoughts ran through her head as she listened to the loud rumbling sound the thunder made. She remembered something, something so dear to her heart, the cruel manner her parents died. She remembered it like it was yesterday. Her father was a strong werewolf, so strong that he could control people's minds just by staring at her, her mother, a witch. She was strong in her own way. A great battle broke out and their survival rested on their shoulders. The responsibility of defending their town Crimo, which was later renamed as New York, fell on them. They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered.

"I don't know. don't ask me for suggestions. I suck at it." "Why?" "Because I never had friends to hang out with." "What?" "I meant that I moved here not long ago so I'm still adapting to this new environment so I'm still in progress to make friends." "I'm not a past seeker so tell me if you want to talk about something." "Past seeker? what does that mean?" "It's one of the special abilities which werewolves get. It helps us to see through the past of another person." "It sounds sad." "That's a new expression. Everyone says it's cool. what made you say that?"

“I told him I wanted to come. I need answers. I need to understand my pack. I need to understand… werewolves.” Her words made me laugh, harsh and humorless. “Did you just say your pack? Did you just say werewolves?” My laughter echoed in the courtyard. “You can’t even be categorized as a wolf. You’re human. And humans…” My eyes narrowed. “…humans are weak.”