Werewolf Translation Novels & Stories

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

She changed the name into a unitary and combination of the last two letters of Vampire and Werewolf. Everyone now lived in Kingdom Relf and the old,ancient law was abolished. A vampire can now get mated to a werewolf and vice versa. Nicolina watched how everyone dined and wined together under the moonlight.Their laughters serving as sweet music. She smiled and wished her parent could be a part of this wonderful moment.And Blake. She wiped her tears as she reminded herself that it was not a time to cry. Mateo came from behind. "I wish I can destroy everything and everyone here" his voice hoarse.

"Why in the world wouldn't they—" "Because they're afraid that word of what you did will spread!" After the mother's outburst, which was audible enough to be overheard, she immediately returned to speaking more quietly. "You have the distinction of being the only werewolf in a century to defy change and call upon the Right of Accord. Everyone was shaken to their very core by the realization that you had released the torrent. People would not talk to us because they were terrified of their own children being taken away from them!

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

Creatures like blood wraiths, banshees, vampires, skin-walkers, and soul eaters, all now believed to be myths and almost completely forgotten by modern werewolf society. My eyes slowed over the next line, my headache dulling just slightly as something about the wording caught my attention. I leaned forward, squinting as I tried to piece together the translation in my head, sounding the words out quietly under my breath. “Ithra’kil,” I read. Ithra meaning “one who wields,” and Kil meaning “power.” “One who wields power,” I muttered, my brow furrowing before it suddenly lifted as I sat up straighter.

"Don't be scared. I will not hurt you. I am the moon goddess." "What do you want with me?" My voice was trabbeling. I was so scared that I couldn't move. When I found the strength to move again I walked backwards, but I came with my back against what felt like a wall. thé woman came closer and I saw that she was pure withe even her skin was. I felt her power and I knew she was not from this world. She was neither a ghost. It was like she was something in between. I know now she was really thé moon goddess. I had heard from it from Ava. I learned that she made all wolves and werewolves on earth. She was the first one of them all. "I was your mother in your first after live."

Marcus noted, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "He is," a voice interrupted them. Pascal and Marcus turned to see the leader of the rogue pack that had abducted Pascal. "How long were you planning on hiding in there?" Pascal asked coldly. The rogue pack leader sneered. "Not necessarily hiding. I was simply waiting for your friend. You're a werewolf?" he asked, surprised. "Of course he is. Are your senses so corrupted that you couldn't tell? Oh, wait, I forgot, you're just a rogue werewolf. Your senses are as bad as your reputation," Marcus chimed in.

He mumbled, his body shivering from cold and pain. "No...no.shut up Paul, you are not going to die. You will heal soon. You know that, don't you?" I told him trying to keep him conscious and of course, werewolves can heal as normal with time. And I had a hope, he would heal soon too.

She stretched her hand to turn off the bed lamp. “Goodnight.” Jaden tried to see if she would reply. “Goodnight.” She said, dryly. The 29.5th day and if she goes outside at midnight, she would transform again. He didn’t know, she did. She laughed loudly, “Zara, why would I want to do that?” Zara? Zara? She just named her wolf without even thinking about it and she realized that she could hear the wolf speak differently from her. Jaden, totally ignoring them, made a mental note to ask G****e, “Is a werewolf’s wolf an alter ego?”

It seemed to me that he’s about to tell something confidential which I don’t quite understand. “I know that thing that attacked you wasn’t a bear or any animal at all. In fact, it’s something else that might shock you.” “So what is it then?” “It’s a rogue werewolf.” “We-wer, what? Did I just hear you right?” I’m not even sure if I heard him right just about now. I know I’m not in a fucking dream because I’ve been in pain all fucking day. “Werewolf. Lycanthrope.” He repeated making it sure that he said the word loud and clear enough for me to hear and understand.