Werewolf The Apocalypse Art Novels & Stories

She scooped up some dirt into her hand and caked it into a deep cut on her stomach to stop the bleeding, then began to walk on again, hoping the black wolf was truly gone. Pieces of chipped wood, shaped lumber, and carving stones appeared over the ground as she walked. Then her chest leapt when she saw a little figure nestled against the base of a tree. She hurried over and knelt to lift a tiny wooden whittled wolf out of the bed of leaves it seemed to be so carefully placed in. Aria ran her thumb over the smooth etchings of fur and examined the soft expression the artist had bestowed upon the animal. Whoever had made this didn’t see wolves as monsters like the humans of the kingdom she’

They would not rest until they had brought the Supreme God Destroyer to justice and ensured the safety of the world. Amidst the moonlit expanse of a desolate forest, seven imposing figures, their hulking forms cloaked in the shadows, stood triumphant, their laughter echoing through the silent trees. These were the Seven Werewolf Supreme God Destroyers, an elite group of rouges known for their unmatched power and cunning.

Technically, a wolf can defy The Goddess, just like a human can defy God, but in both cases, there are usually severe consequences. I am about to take another swig from the beer when I hear a soft growl from the woods. Shit. Here we go again. Pretending that I didn’t hear, I take my beer and walk out on to the lawn, looking at the moon. I sniff at the air. I can smell eight, maybe ten wolves. Rogues. All of them. I mind-link Jasper and Luca, screaming at them in case they’re asleep. “Rogues! Get here now!” Jasper’s awake, but Luca’s asleep. I can hear him mumble something as he tries to wake himself.

EVELYN The next page contained two detailed sketches. The first depicted a monstrous figure labeled The First Alpha of the Werewolves, Alpha Elrod—a nightmarish fusion of man and wolf. His expression twisted in eternal agony, his heart pierced by a silver dagger. The second sketch, in stark contrast, portrayed his daughter, Moon. The artist had been far more merciful in painting her. Unlike her father, she was drawn with an ethereal beauty—her features fierce yet strangely soft. Cascading hair framed her delicate face, resting elegantly on her shoulder, and she wore a dress woven of moonflowers. Though faded with time, her features carried an eerie familiarity, strikingly similar to the woma

It's an image of a werewolf, it's body parts fully labelled. I shook my head as the thought of my father actually studying werewolves occured to me. I put the paper down but my eyes caught another one. It's another sheet of paper and this time there's a more interesting image on it. An image of a big werewolf, it's body full of deep brown hairs. It has it's face pointed up, howling, it's eyes flowing a bright blue. For a long while, I stood there, lost in it's eyes, watching and feeling myself drawing into them.

Such a delicate wolf girl. Anyway, it was my turn to play my character. I had no idea who was Thomas but I knew he was her uncle through her conversation to herself. It was not hard insulting him as the stupid, useless and ugly werewolf cause he was each one of them. Who is his mate anyway? How can someone be mate of such an ugly creature? Look at me, if I hadn’t had to hide, every vampire girl in Goldenwood would die to touch me. And who knows Blackwood’s she-wolf would fall for me too.

he replied "Can't we device a means to kill them? I mean..they know how to defeat us even on the full moon." Axel sighed "Nina..the thing is we're yet to face the most powerful of them.He's the main cause of this war.His mother was a werewolf.She married a vampire,a forbidden act.She was killed along with the vampire.They had him before that though." "So you can imagine.He's a half werewolf.He knows our every weaknesses.Probably the one who gave away the tactic of defeating us even on the full moon"

Epaphus was a beast with every pretty feature. I however admire Ephapus greatly. He did not allow himself to be limited by the curse. He fought for long years and gathered a great army like himself. Army of wolves. Their initial goal was to help Ephapus find his other half but the wolves found their other halves among themselves and slowly they fell out and formed their own packs leaving Epaphus alone. Ephapus became ranged and tore the dimension apart. He went on wars alone and killed thousands of people both humans and other supernaturals. He became feared by everything that moved on the earth but again Ephapus became lonely, living many years, witnessing many stages of human evolution alo

he asked, pointing to the book. "Of course..." Vinnie said, handing him the brochure. Thane scanned the cover, his eyes narrowing as he looked closely at it. The cover depicted a drawing of a werewolf, a vampire, and witch, in a savage position, poised to attack a helpless human sprawled at their feet. A red danger sign was crossed over the three supernatural creatures, with the caption "The Imminent Threat of Non-Human Entities - A fight for the preservation of Mankind" written boldly on top of it.

It seems they’ve come to the conclusion that the artist ‘Flora’ is not the same person as the woman from the pictures, and the woman who was here before. I’m safe. For now, at least. I just need to get through the remainder of this trip and return to Bo’Arrocan, to Miles, before anything else happens. With that, I begin my talk, pulling up the slides I prepared. My collection for this show is a series of portraits depicting humans and wolves intertwining. It’s meant to represent bridging the gap between humans and werewolves, baring ourselves in our most primal states—humans in the nude, werewolves in their wolf forms.