Werewolf Yokai Novels & Stories

In the year 692, in the kingdom of Fura where magic was prevalent among humans, was an event that would alter the course of history and change the lands of Fura forever. An astral being called Suriel who was worshipped as the goddess of nature, found three wolf pups who were orphaned after human poachers killed their parents. She took pity on these wolves and vowed to protect them with her life. Suriel used her magic to change the wolf pups into anthropomorphic wolves, soon to become known as werewolves which are the first of their kind. She knew that she could not properly care for these wolves in her current astral state, so she decided to make herself human drastically reducing her magica

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

“So, about this mind speak thingy…” “Ah, that’s a type of communication magic that all werewolves have. It lets them talk with their pack members,” said John, who finally chose to speak after watching the two in their awkward situation. “Anything you say using that magic can only be heard by those you consider part of your pack. In this case, it’s Young Master Nico and I. Your parents would probably be able to hear you as well, but since there’s a considerable distance, they would likely not.” “Oh, okay…”

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.

Kieran himself seems unable to withstand the onslaught, his fierce alpha pride now crumbling before our very eyes. Just as it seems that victory is within our grasp, a sudden roar echoes through the clearing. It is unlike any other werewolf's roar I have heard before, more primordial than feral. Turning my head, I spot a massive wolf-like creature tearing towards us from the dense forest. It is unlike anything I have ever seen before, with fur as black as night and eyes that seem to glow with an otherworldly light. A wave of fear washes over me as I realize that this is not an ordinary werewolf. This is something else entirely, a being from the depths of the supernatural world that few have

All of them had yellow eyes. It was unusual to see them on the subway. Werewolves tended to live long lives which meant they usually had lots of money and lots of power. So why they were on a New York subway made Nora nervous. She didn’t like the way that they were looking at her either. In particular, the one in the middle, who was looking at her like… Like he wanted to eat her alive.

The anticipation swirled within me, mingling with the adrenaline that surged through my veins. And then, emerging like phantoms from the murky darkness, a pack of werewolf raiders materialized before us. Their predatory eyes glowed with an unholy hunger, an insatiable thirst for blood. The flickering moonlight cast eerie shadows upon their lupine forms, accentuating their primal nature. These creatures, half-human, half-beast, were the embodiment of savagery and aggression.

"Stop acting like we're best friends." Liana looked at the gun held limply by his hand. It was facing down and the safety was on. She charged at him and they both fell, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She winced and tried to get up but he grabbed her hand. She tried to bite his while pulled her down with so much strength that she fell on top of him. She heard a deep animalistic growl and saw his body twisting and fur growing on it. She gasped before he hit her head with a pistol and she felt dizzy. Her world suddenly turned black.

Cyrene said. "I have seen a Werewolf," Kaniji said. "Before I was Neratomay, in Japan. In our gardens behind my house there was a man who was more animal than human. My father struck him with his sword, but the man ran away. It was a death blow, but it did not kill him."

She needed to know. We have been called many names throughout the past including lycanthrope and gerufi and eventually called legend and fable. But we are most commonly called werewolf. Werewolf? What is…? Does this mean there are more of us? No. No more. His gaze remained unchanged but could feel the pain radiating from his body, though she knew not how. Her heart began to ache so deep within her chest she felt it would burst. A lump lodged itself in her throat and then a pressure welled in her gut. As she searched his eyes willing him to explain, pictures began to pass through her mind. Pictures of war… no… pictures of slaughters! The slaughter of wolves; friends and family. Abs