Werewolf Yokai Novels & Stories

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

They transform into wolves and disappear into the darkness. Jason is terrified, his heart is pounding and he is breathing heavily. He can hear the growling of the wolves all around him. He frantically points the crossbow in different directions. The sweat is dripping down his forehead as he waits for a wolf to attack. Suddenly a werewolf appears out of the shadows and lunges at him, Jason fires his crossbow, the arrow hits the werewolf in the shoulder. The monster roars out loud and swipes its claws at Jason, hitting him across the chest. The blow sends him flying to the ground with multiple gashes across his chest he clenches his teeth in pain. Jason rushes to reload his crossbow with anoth

“Now you can see them. These are Fujin and Kazeshi.” “I still don’t see anything,” Califf complained. “Meaning?” Zarah looked at Califf. “They’re elemental werewolves. She’s fire and he’s air.”

"Now, this night might end up well and bad. We do not know. I have seen nothing concerning this night and I do not know why Lyca has suddenly decided to be quiet about it." Lyca was the spirit they worshipped. He was the first Werewolf to ever exist and had paved the way for future Werewolves by sacrificing his soul to the moon. And this way, Werewolves could pray to him for good luck and safety. He was an intermediary to the Moon goddess, Luna.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

he asked with confusion. Katie Clyde grabbed her stomach "why did you make such a silly joke, how can you say you are a werewolf? do you know what you are even saying?" Pascal frowned and reposted "I am serious, I wasn't lying" Katie Clyde was momentarily shocked, she exhaled and then demanded "show me" Pascal looked hesitantly "are you sure?" Katie Clyde nodded "of course, I want to see your real wolf form" Pascal lowered his head, raising it, his eyes became beet red, his facial structure distorted, and his fangs started growing.

He is the youkai of winter, the snow demon. His second essence, if my memory serves me right, is a large demonic wolf. What was the difference between a snow werewolf and such a creature, you ask? The first is a beast in nature, and the second is a projection of an image. In other words, Maroon is a youkai who wields the magic of snow and winter. Snow werewolves were close to him by nature, so the man changed his essence to that of a wolf. But at the same time, he was never a real beast. Yes, his image of a huge white wolf terrified everyone who encountered him, but it was only an image. We can say that the illusion is a very high-quality illusion. - How do you feel? - I heard the voice of B

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

Her long blond hair was wild all over her and some stray strands stuck to her face in sweaty patches. The werewolf started to circle around her, slow purposely strolls. It's huge black eyes was staring down at her as it moved around, assessing her. It looked like it was performing some kind of ritual. The werewolf was huge with black brown fur and from the light coming from the moon behind it, it looked menacing. It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes.