Werewolf Stories Novels & Stories

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

Chris patiently answers my questions, “Yes, they exist. They aren’t exactly our enemies though. We just do our business and they’ll do theirs. We’re really particular about our territories.” “How… interesting,” I remark, “what exactly is this business you are talking about?” “We capture rogue wolves who do not have a pack and those who intend on causing trouble or harming the pack. Of course, other businesses include our livelihood. On the other hand, vampires are just bloodsuckers who drink people’s blood and just compel them to forget it ever happened to them. They’ll probably heal them in the process, too.” Chris then leans his back on the chair. “So all of you are already used to this st

they get violent in big cities because they can’t shift whenever they need to, and really only listen to their leaders. Dad used to tell me bedtime stories about how all werewolves came from one set of ancestors. A human prince was rescued and fell in love with a gray wolf. Together they had ten pups, and those pups were the original werewolves. The eldest pup became a great leader, and his children populated many parts of Persia. The other pups ended up spreading all over the world. There were rumors that they even settled Ireland. Then they came here to America. In sixth grade we studied Greek and Roman mythology, and Rome was founded by wolves. “You and your mom should come over to my hou

"He is the pack's historian, and he is one of the few voices that people actually respect." Lena said nothing, and her eyes stayed on Rowan. His storytelling was captivating, and each word painted a picture of wars and alliances and betrayals. "These stories," Jaime whispered again, "hold more truth than most realize." Before Elder Rowan could continue, a voice from the crowd spoke. "Enough of the histories. Tell us about werewolves." Laughter went through the room, and several people nodded in agreement. Rowan laughed and stroked his beard. "Ah, the werewolf tales are always a favorite." He put his staff aside and leaned forward.

He drinks beer while sharing stories with his friends. Vesper made her way to the second-floor library area. She stared at the mountain of books in front of her. Then she moves her way to the history section, where she pulls out a book titled: Wolves 1900. It shows a summary of the life of werewolves in the 1900s and how they protected themselves against the blood hunters. She got another book titled “Vanishing Wolf, a Memoir” Her eyes start to widen as she reads the book.

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

His head swivelled towards me, a smirk spreading across his face. "You have no idea what kind of people these rogues are, do you?" I shook my head slowly, confusion etched on my face. "Have your parents ever told you the story about the big war? It was a long time ago, when werewolves fought against creatures that looked like wolves but weren't really wolves. They were fake wolves, made to trick people.” “They are evil creatures in disguise,” he added. I couldn't believe my ears. “What?! You mean that actually happened? I thought it was just a spooky story to scare us at night!”

“This ruler, in spite of the fact that a bit dumb in his ancient age, told Heather a few upsettin’ news that she accepted tae be genuine. He told her the soul suckers were comin’, and that we require tae be prepared for them. And they’re comin’ before long. I dinna think I require tae tell ye what will happen when they do.” The table was calm this time as everybody retained that data. In spite of the fact that most of them, like Marc, were as well youthful to have battled in the war between the Fae and the Werewolves, they’d all listened the stories from those who had. Stories of wild-eyed animals running around like meth addicts hyped up on shower salts, taking out everything that breathed

The days that followed, I stuck to my own pace. Each day, after collecting three tokens, I would turn back and not linger in the lower nests. I knew that every being here—those souls cast out by their packs, betrayed by their kin, and abandoned by fate—carried a heavy burden. Just like those Omega siblings sacrificed by their father, the young half-breed werewolf driven to suicide, and the healer falsely accused and losing her child... they all had heartbreaking stories.

,I asked,my voice shaking. “I..I killed her through the help of someone,I can’t quite remember everything but someone approached me and promised to help and …. I quickly stood up trying to add everything together. “Are you okay,my child??your hands are shaking” “I’m fine grandpa,I just need to get to my room”,I said as I stood up. “Is there a reason for asking?!” “I’ve never heard of a werewolf before”,I said,completely lost in thought. “You should look it up,my child,they are very dangerous and when you come across one,let me know,I always know how to deal with them”,he said.