Werewolf Story Romane & Geschichten

Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on. Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left. “Woah...” she muttered breathlessly. The high buildings and modern life was a shock to her. She never thought her pack would ever get this civilized. Well, at least not in her time.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

The drama that was playing on the stage was about the little boy who , a special born who killed his mother, the Luna of the pack. " I hope we are following." Ruckus said, eyeing Derek. He smiled. It was obvious Derek was getting uncomfortable. " The story is about a young special born wolf who took the life of his own mother. " " That's strange." Alpha of the blood river pack said. " Quite sad. The boy mus be a curse to the pack." Ruckus giggled. " I bet he is. Someone like that gas to be a monster that will keep killing without stopping. " He eyed Derek.

Leaning ahead, she had her arms crossed over the table as she looked directly at me while speaking. “… They are gossiping about it, aren’t they?” I tried to avoid her words and stare, but I knew it was just a lost game in the end when I returned my gaze to Clarrisa and asked her that. I mean, the answer was already kinda obvious as there wasn’t anything else in the world that Werewolves loved more than running other than gossip. … Every single good Pack had its own group of perfectly trained gossipers, ready to share with everyone else the latest news and teas…

Two matching armchairs flanked a coffee table cluttered with magazines, a couple of books, and an empty teacup. “Anyway,” He Started “My name is Claud and I’m a werewolf. Up till today, I hadn’t seen humans, just heard about them in stories told by my mom. I’m pretty much Immortal, only a few things can actually hurt me and possibly kill me. That arrow for instance is one of them. It killed me but the moment you took it out of me, it stopped suppressing my powers and I was able to regenerate all the organs and blood I had lost. I just fear that I might’ve returned too late. Before I died, there was a clash of clans going on. A war between the mountain wolves and the forest wolves, all fighti

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Politics to suck others' blood for their satisfaction, their greed. I came to know it later but at least I and satisfied I got to know about my parent's illegal way to achieve whatever they want. "Also, once Dad had told that werewolves have something important to vampires, what was that????...mnnnnn...yes, a something like potion or drink... Yea., a potion. I am damn sure they are after the potion. Only if I know what is their next move, I would go for their end." A girl who only had a baby face turned into a tough she-wolf.

“Do you know our creation story? Have you read it yet?” I have. It’s very similar to the Christian one. According to the texts, The Goddess made the first werewolves to be her companions. One male, one female, just like Adam and Eve. Similarly, the first wolves lived with her in a paradise. Unlike Adam and Eve, the wolves weren’t cast from paradise because they sinned, but as a kindness. The tale goes that the two wolves grew unhappy and wanted more freedom.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

They had heard stories like this before, stories meant to scare people and make them believe in things that weren't real. But as they walked away from the gathering, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The old woman's story had left a mark on them, and they found themselves wondering if there was any truth to it. Her final words had been filled with negativity, warning of a rare occurrence that could halt the transformations of the newborn werewolves. The normal story they heard ends “As the night wear on, the werewolves celebrates their newfound powers. They danced and howled under the light of the full moon, reveling in their transformations…”