Werewolves Lore Novels & Stories

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.”

Caged in my own nightmare. I find my way back. By: Zingertje_123 I was always told stories about wolves, but this story was different. It was unknown for me. I never heard of it. The story started with… After the dinosaurs vanished from earth wolves took over the land. The first born wolves were born from the moon and the stars. They were a powerful individual. Some even say they were born out of the ashes of the meteor rain. They were bound by the moon goddess.

And when he didn’t find her, the Blood Moon army would leave in peace, leaving behind only the legend of a mighty wolf king who passed through the Gloomwood Forest. It wasn’t until Raven’s horse set foot in the territory of the Wolf Fang pack, one of the oldest and most traditional in Gloomwood, that something changed. Elder Bernard, the eldest and most revered of their pack, came out to greet him with great respect. And from his lips, Raven learned of an ancient legend passed down only among the oldest wolf packs: the origin of werewolves.

This was the kind of knowledge I had never had access to before. The lecturer continued, diving into stories of legendary wolves. "There was Kaelen of the Stormfangs, capable of summoning lightning in battle. Selene of the Whitecrest Clan, believed to be the most beautiful wolf to ever live, with fur that glowed under moonlight. And, of course, Fenrik the Cursed, whose betrayal of the Goddess led to the creation of the first rogues." I shifted at the word rogues. "Rogues," the lecturer said gravely, "are not simply wolves without a pack. Many are born from darkness itself, either cursed, exiled, or corrupted by bloodlust. The worst of them are touched by... something older than even our kind

“Alright. Let me tell you a bedtime story, my mom used to tell me and alex when we were young. Once upon a time, in a world filled with magic and mystery, there lived a pack of werewolves. They were known for their strength, agility and fierce nature. The werewolves lived in harmony with the other magical creatures in the forest, but there was one thing that set them apart - their reaction to the full moon. On the night of a full moon, the werewolves would go berserk, unable to control their powers and urges. They would roam the forest, causing destruction and chaos, before eventually returning to their human form the next day, with no memory of what they had done. The other magical creature

"Would you like to hear some history about my people?" He did not wait for her reply, he continued speaking as if he were giving a lecture. "When the moon goddess created werewolves, we were purely animals. Aggressive and volatile creatures who moved in packs. We could only communicate with each other with our minds. Perhaps, our worst mistake was the killing of other animals. Within the first week, all the animals in the forest had been killed by my forefathers. The more they killed, the more they wanted more. It could have been the taste of blood or the act of the kill itself, but legend has it that it was both. We were savages through and through."

-Werewolves- The werewolves change forms on full moon nights and seek for blood to replenish their thirst. They seek for royal blood to change their forms whenever they wish to and to not be controlled by the energy of the red moon. They have to mate with someone on a red moon night and if they do, they can’t break off the bond for their whole lifetime. The royal blood makes them immortal as well and gives them healing and killing abilities. -Ferals-

A Fifth Great Pack called lapetus. That's just a folktale. There were only four Great Packs, lo, Callisto, Ganymede, and Europa. Jayden looks at me with a toothy grin. The Lycans are just an evolution of the Werewolves. There's not much of a difference between us and you, Alora. Avianna says nothing to dispute it and so I let that part of the conversation end there. Where did Werewolves come from? Jayden answers this one with enthusiasm. You've heard of the Cambrian Explosion, right? When life on Earth was born?

Royal Head Gamma quickly made introductions - two wolves were Elder de Consiglio Dei Licantropi, two were from Corte Dei Licantropi and one was part of Consiglio Soprannaturale. The Royale Pack still followed the tradition of using the Italian and Greek terms for the important occasions, events, organization, etc. The original and first pair of werewolf mate are believed to be of Italian and Greek descendants, so to honour them as procreator of werewolf species, this tradition was started. It is mostly forgotten by a number of packs but the Royale Pack still honoured the same tradition. I word by word recounted the events and the wolves from the Werewolf Court typed and attested the statemen

Danté asked. "Not sure, nothing much is elaborated about it, so far its only talks and tales, it's originating from Cherokee folklore and a name here of an ancient Shaman named Blair" "Blair?" "Cherokee Indian" Liam said looking at him. Danté sat back thinking, they all knew of Vlad Dracul, the supposed first vampire, but it was never spoken of any first wolf, or great wolf, maybe only a werewolf will know the full story. "What if we ask a werewolf?" Danté asked "An old one?"