Werewolves Lore Novels & Stories

He said. “I don't think so.” Adriana responded. “You saw their faces, were those the faces of people who hate their alpha?” She asked. “Well, no.” Alpha Tristan responded with a helpless smile. “Exactly!” Adriana exclaimed. “That's because they respect you.” She said. “What if there are werewolves who hate me secretly?” He asked as they arrived at Alpha Tristan's mansion. “They can only hate you secretly because they know almost everyone loves you.” She replied. “And what's stopping them from leaving the pack if they hate you?” She asked. “Nothing!” She replied.

The creature was unlike anything Cruella had ever seen all the days of her life around the pack. It wasn’t a typical werewolf, but something twisted, something darker and Stronger. Its fur was a sickly shade of gray, matted and filthy, and its eyes glowed with an unnatural yellow light. The creature’s fangs gleamed in the moonlight, longer and sharper than any wolf’s she had ever seen, and its claws were stained with the blood of something long dead. Liam’s eyes narrowed, the familiar fire of the Alpha flashing in them. “You’re not welcome here, Raze.”

Dad said. “We have something else that we need to talk to you guys about. Since your parents died Thor and I am your legal guardian, an Alpha, it is my duty to talk to you about the mating process. Also, since you are now seventeen years old, you can find your mate anytime.” “Mating, what the hell are you talking about?” Thor said. “Werewolves find mates, which is a partner that both you and your wolf will love for life. You can only have one mate in your entire life.”

From those two books I knew that werewolves' knowledge was not inferior to humans at all. One thing that made werewolves had an advantage was that werewolves knew and absorbed human knowledge. Werewolves could read books written by humans, go to human schools, but humans didn't know werewolves at all, couldn't read books written by werewolves, and couldn't attend werewolf training sessions.

she looked extremely worried but I calmed her down and explained to her about my plans and the contract we signed, that seemed to ease her a bit but I could still sense worry. "I'm fine grandmother. I promise." she pulled me into a tight embrace and let me lie on her leg while she patted my hair and sang me an ancient wolf lullaby. Werewolves originated from a land now known as Sweden before they were chased out by Darius, so their acient lullabies are written in swedish, but only the old werewolves like my grandma could translate it. "Grandma, remind me the meaning of the lullaby " I asked.

*** “Werewolves were once druids who chose to perfect the act of shapeshifting into a dire wolf. Other druids can transform into different kinds of animals, but they can only take their animal forms; instead of becoming a half man, half wolf hybrid, a druid will merely become a wolf. So, driven to a more violent lifestyle, the werewolves went into self-exile and founded their own packs around the lands. “It wouldn’t be a problem if they taught their offspring the truth behind their past, but alas, you werewolves are a bunch of prideful beasts. You neglect to look behind and learn from your history. This is why you lost the knowledge of the royal bloodline. I reckon you don’t even realize you

Hecate used her powers to bind his body within an ancient scroll and to be kept forever in a secret place no one would ever find. Lycaon’s surviving followers scattered after the battle and roamed the world over slowly adapting to their new forms and forgetting about Lycaon and his schemes. They built families and villages and learned that their children were born as werewolves and so built their own communities they called packs, much as they way wolves in nature do. The years passed and so Lycaon and his story turned into legend, never believed but always around the hearths of werewolf homes.

they get violent in big cities because they can’t shift whenever they need to, and really only listen to their leaders. Dad used to tell me bedtime stories about how all werewolves came from one set of ancestors. A human prince was rescued and fell in love with a gray wolf. Together they had ten pups, and those pups were the original werewolves. The eldest pup became a great leader, and his children populated many parts of Persia. The other pups ended up spreading all over the world. There were rumors that they even settled Ireland. Then they came here to America. In sixth grade we studied Greek and Roman mythology, and Rome was founded by wolves. Italian mafias and Irish mobs being run by w

And in the werewolf kingdom, being the strongest was power. A smirk immediately came onto Axel`s face as he recalled a time when some traitor rogues had ganged up to kill him. He had freely let his wolf take over, only to wake up covered in the blood of his enemies with all of them dead. That was the world of the rogues, either you killed or you would be killed.

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.