Werewolf Translation Novels & Stories

Jake questioned “It's the language of the wolves it's called lycanthropy. It's a really old form of latin that only wolves speak, it's an automatic language once you turn into a wolf or once you're born you can understand it. The sign says Crocker, the compound belongs to the Crocker Family. Jake what the hell did you do to my family. WHAT DID YOU DO!!!!!” Paul roared with unleashed fury.

He stopped speaking and faced me again. "That's all the members of the Werewolves packs?" I asked him. "There's actually this called the Rogues." "Who are they?" "Rogues are actually those wolves that have been outcast or left their packs." "It's like a human being when it comes to them, there are also outcasts." "Yeah." "So what else are you talking about them?"

Jack raised his voice. After finishing his sentence, Jack turned to look at all the werewolves in the large room. "Do you want to always hide from humans or be free to live as you please?" Jack asked loudly. Jack's question really stirred all the werewolves in this large room because everyone wanted werewolves to be able to be themselves in human society.

He then turned to face her, his dark chocolate eyes gazing over Alinta as he studied her with a benign smile, then asked, "May I ask, why is a fair lupa like you travelling alone to Mercurysburg?” Alinta looked at the man in surprise. "Lupa" is Latin for she-wolf, and "lupus" is Latin for a male wolf. This was a code werewolves or mythical creatures would use to refer to one another in the human realm without raising suspicion. What surprised her was that she usually sensed when a fellow werewolf was nearby, but this man didn’t smell like one at all. She also had never engaged with a human or any other sifter before, so she did not know how to distinguish between the different races.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

Chapter Twelve: A meeting with his lips In folklore, a werewolf[a] (Old English: werwulf, "man-wolf") or occasionally lycanthrope/ˈlaɪkənˌθroʊp/ (Greek: λυκάνθρωποςlukánthrōpos, "wolf-person") is a human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf (or, especially in modern film, a therianthropichybrid wolflike creature), either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction (often a bite or scratch from another werewolf). Early sources for belief in this ability or affliction, called lycanthropy/laɪˈkænθrəpi/, are Petronius (27–66) and Gervase of Tilbury (1150–1228).

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

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.

but realized a moment before that she, in fact, did and said, “Werewolves?” “Yes.” “But werewolves aren’t immortal!” “Yeah, but they have a longer and much healthier life than humans. I don’t know what she was trying to do exactly. But she created an antithesis of vampires. The full moon gives the werewolves power because the ritual was done in the sunlight, and they are not exactly against nature. They are just extremely powerful. You can say they are a more humane version of vampires and maybe that’s what she wanted to do.

Zayden. He was a titan among them. He didn't just fight; he dominated. With a single, powerful snap of his jaws, he sent the grey wolf tumbling across the clearing. But the other two wolves didn't retreat. They circled him, their eyes glowing with a feral, subordinate hunger. "Enough!" a voice boomed—not from a mouth, but seemingly from the very air. Kaelira watched, her knees knocking together, as the three attacking wolves began to... change.