Werewolf Words Novels & Stories

" Listen to me... It's not important for now.. you have to understand that telling you the truth now will save your life later... Listen to me without interrupting me anymore..." I swallowed before lowering my head and nodding. My mother never shouts, she rarely gets angry and never had that expression. If she's doing it now then it surely must be serious given the urgency in her voice. I shivered before looking at her with teary eyes. "Are you a werewolf?" My mother smiled before speaking. "More precisely lycanthrope... The term werewolf is a deformation that humans have used for centuries to name those of my species but the appropriate term is a lycanthrope."

The werewolf's eyes flickered with recognition, and he dropped to one knee in a show of respect. Amelia's voice trembled with curiosity as she took in the scene before her. "Who... who are you? Why did you save us?" The black wolf's gaze softened, his voice resonating with wisdom and pain. " "I am known as Lycan," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. "I have been wandering these woods for centuries, cursed to roam as a wolf by day and a man by night. I am here to right the wrongs, to protect those who are in need."

“You know this language?” “It’s a dead language. People stopped using it a hundred years ago or so.” “What is a blood wolf?” There are notes in that dead language that might give me more clues. Rainier reads through them and translates it for me. “The blood wolf is a hybrid, made from two different monsters, both violent and bloodthirsty, the loup-garou and the vampyr. It craves blood constantly and can never be appeased. It's a being so powerful that the native tribes start worshiping it as a god. It’s not until a coven of witches stand up against the blood wolf and put it down with a spell that the land is freed of its evil.”

Werewolves. “Who are you?”

Her companions, graceful and solemn, nodded in agreement, their faces alight with a serene happiness. A werewolf, Dylan large and imposing with fur matted with the grime of combat, threw back his head and howled. It was a sound of victory, of liberation, that resonated deeply in the hearts of all present. His pack joined in, their voices harmonizing in a primal anthem that spoke of endurance and triumph.

She watch what the creature was going to do to the werewolf from there. ".. Isn't it obvious? I am the only and last hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf. I am what is called the Vaewerewolf!" The strange creature said as it move close to the werewolf. "..You are lying. I have read about your kind in our kind. They all got ripe out by the vampires and werewolves." The werewolf said to the creature while it scares at him. "..We killed your forbidden kind. ..we killed all of you!" The werewolf boldly said to the creature, and his words made him really angry.

the huge werewolf clicked his tongue in disappointment. Within seconds, I went into a fight with the monster werewolf. Livia went behind me. Meanwhile, I assessed the werewolf before me to be quite the clean guy. He didn't want to get his hand dirtied with blood which was a sarcastic word for me to say that he was just a coward who prefer being away from his opponent without getting any damage.

Kesakten Vampir Segawon. The words seemed to fill the gaze of Hugo who was opening the old book, reading it with growing impatience. These three words, if interpreted literally, mean the magic power of the wolf vampire, or wolvire's magic power. It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire.

"How do you feel?" "Are you okay?" I ignored her question with one of my own. Her eyes shifted to my figure before looking back down on her own and shrugging. "I guess it's better than a mausoleum." My eyes cast downward. "Sorry, bad joke." "Did I hurt you last night?" "No. But...has this happened before?" "When you get to a certain age as a wolf, it's a rite of passage to experience it. I guess kind of like a human's sixteenth birthday or maybe their twenty-first. They do it so we understand what it's like in case we ever encounter it."

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.