Werewolf Translation Novels & Stories

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

No, vampires didn’t exist. A howl broke me off my reverie and I watched as the animal thrashed around and turned into a human. My eyes went wide and my mouth hung open as I saw the wold turn into Leon. That big wolf turned into frail Leon. I clasped an arm on my mouth, killing the gasp that had almost come out. Werewolf. That was the only explanation for what I had just witnessed. I had seen movies about them but had never really believed they existed. Now, I had seen with my two eyes. I wanted to run and warn my siblings but it was too risky.

I turned to face him head-on. “What kind of power transfer?" I demanded. “Have you ever heard of ‘Mater Luporum’?” he countered. I narrowed my eyes while folding my arms over my chest. I bit down on the inside of my cheek. “My Latin skills are a bit rusty; however, I’m guessing that means ‘Mother of wolves’.”

" That would have been true had it been Sophia was not a special born. " The words hit everyone. Special borns were werewolves who possessed double of what others could have . They always had the strength of alphas running through them. " Special born?" Vieira asked. " You mean that bitch is a special born. " Nadia said. " Watch your words, Nadia." Derek growled.

the man asked, still looking worried. "Because I'm not afraid of you," I replied. "I just want to understand. Can you tell me more about being a werewolf?" The man sighed and took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Being a werewolf is not easy," he said. "It's a curse that has been passed down through my family for generations. Every blood moon, I transform into a wolf and lose control of my actions. It's a dangerous and violent time, and I always worry about hurting someone or causing harm. That's why I try to stay away from people during those times."

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

Night after night, Black gazed up at the moon, beseeching Selene to lend him the strength to triumph over his foes. Touched by Black's fervent devotion, Selene answered his prayers. She granted him the ability to shift into a wolf, merging his human essence with the spirit of the wild. Black became the first werewolf, a creature of duality, mastering the balance between his human intelligence and the instincts of the wolf.

This is the only time of the day when I can feel calm before I step out into the chaos that is my life. “So, what’s on the schedule today?” asks Zara in my head. Zara is my wolf spirit. Now before you go jumping to conclusions and calling me a ‘werewolf’, allow me to explain some things. By a human’s definition I am a werewolf, but please don’t ever call us that. We really hate it. What I, and the rest of my kind, are actually called is mutolupus, but we’re happy to just call ourselves wolves. It’s kind of shocking how much myths and stories got right about our kind, but there’s also plenty they get wrong.

I entered the room that had once been exclusively Agatha’s for painting and studied the painting of the wolf Agnes had drawn. As I examined it further I saw something I had not noticed before; there was a scribble at the very bottom of the painting. It was written in the very oldest language that belonged to the first werewolves; only a few understood it - myself and Agatha being among the few. It read: ‘non homines’.

, Bardolph said. "The witch and Alpha White would be glad to hear this news!", "Quickly let's go and inform them", Adalwolf said. "Barwolf and Bardolph, keep your eyes glued to them until we return '', he said, as he transformed to his mighty werewolf form and ran with the Amoux, Arnou and Audolf back to their territory.