روايات وقصص ضمن Werewolf Stories

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.

She asks me. “I am a werewolf,” I tell her, and she nods her head. “But you haven’t wanted to hurt me or anyone, all the stories of men that turn to wolves say they are violent and deadly.” She says. “They are just that, stories. The truth is there are millions of us in the world. Most live in packs, but there are those who don’t. Most of us want to live peacefully, even though there are battles, most because of the them are because of the rouges.” I tell her.

"Did you just say you're two hundred and five years old? Two hundred and five?!" "Well, yes. Werewolves are immortal, didn't you know that?" "Of course not. How am I supposed to know if no one tells me?" He moves back to his seat. "There are stories about werewolves and vampires, and witches, and mermaids, and dragons, and a whole lot of other creatures in your world though." "You think we believe those stories? They're just fantasies, I still don't know if this is just one of those fantasies acting out in my dreams or if this is reality," she says.

"It's said that those afflicted by the curse turn into vicious beasts under the light of the full moon. They become... werewolves." A chill ran down my spine, and I felt a thrill of excitement mingled with unease. Werewolves? Could it be possible that these ancient legends held a grain of truth? I needed to find out more, to separate fact from fiction, and to uncover the truth that lurked within the cracks of Silverwood's history.

Pascal responded "no, you are being followed by the vampires, be careful" Jack Rich's face darkened "I am sorry, I wasn't aware, I will be more careful, next time" Pascal didn't pursue the matter anymore "any news?" he asked immediately. "Yes, I was able to track down some werewolves in the City, they are very few, only one thousand werewolves," Jack Rich told Pascal. Pascal wasn't surprised "that is huge, and how many packs are there in the City?" he inquired. "None, the vampires get rid of any Alpha immediately, they rule the City, and they are not ready to share it with the werewolves, when are you coming out of isolation?" Jack Rich asked with expectation.

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

she could do that she had not even a strand of an idea on how she got to learn them. Her mother, then Luna, had taught her that pattern. For some people, their healing was just too fast. Some powerful werewolves that existed in history were known to heal with immediate effect. One legend had it that there was an alpha whose healing ability was unmatched by any that has existed so far. It was a thing of doubt, though. But it was said that he was once stabbed with a dagger that cut very deep into his body. And while the stabber still had the dagger in his body, his tissues began to come together, almost sealing off the dagger. It was a legend. Many people did not believe it to be true. Why? B

You'll understand this more as you read the book! In addition, I only use the term 'werewolf' in this story but they are not the traditional lore that is 'cursed' or a 'beast'. They are more of shifters, like of lycans who can control their transformations from humans to wolves or vice versa. To put it simply, they are like the 'wolves' of Twilight with special gifts so I call them werewolves in this book. Thank you and enjoy reading!

"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 - "

There is no one to watch over them and they might go somewhere far. It was lunchtime, so they ate when they got in. Then Dione thought of reading one of her favorite books. She immediately went to her room. She took a seat beside the side table. Her mini book shelf was just next to it that didn’t fit all the books she bought. So the rest is just in the box. She picked up a book about a story between vampires and werewolves. She had already read it but it would not bore her even if she read it a few more times. That’s how obsessed she is with stories about supernatural creatures.