Werewolves Myth Novels & Stories

“The folklores are true. I didn’t want to believe them at first…” Then his gaze falls on me. “Until you showed up.” “Me?” For the first time all morning, I felt visible. He grips the desk tightly, his knuckles whitening against the wood. “You’re proof of everything the ancient folklores say, Ax.” He turns to Rakim and Miles. “You both know how old magic works. No one can be made a werewolf. You’re either born one, or you’re not.” “The ability to mark someone was always thought to be a myth—until you came around,” he adds, nodding at me. “And if one part of the myth is real, I fear the rest is too.”

"You're talking about a blood bond. A true mate bond." "Is that possible? Between a wolf and a hybrid?" "I don't know. It's never been done. The old texts say it requires a willing sacrifice from both. A mixing of blood at the moment of greatest need." She shook her head. "It's just a Myth." "Myths come from somewhere." Lyra leaned closer, her voice low. “Since the werewolf mark in me is drawn to the strongest alpha in a pack, why don’t you train to become that strong alpha? Then maybe you could either match him in strength… or my mark would start responding to your blood.”

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.

I found my Mate " What!!.. Your Mate is human " " I saw them.. in the depths of the forest.. It is not a myth as I thought " " Its place is in my arms and not among these idiots there! .. and they are not a fairy tale. The werewolf is a pervert.. There are many legends that are told and no one believes them. There are many myths that everyone thinks are myths. Only myths that parents tell their children to scare them.. So that they don't leave the house and stay safe..

Werewolves: The Legends I stopped after seeing the one result. I opened it and for some unknown reasons, I scanned every sentence I could see. I almost lost myself in my own world while reading the contents. Selene, the moon goddess who is believed to be the creator of the werewolves and they worship her as their god. "I supposed that this world was not under my god." "God?" "Selene," he uttered. My mind glitched remembering our conversation last night. I continued reading the articles.

In the depth forests far away from the human society they was a area of pack wolves they were called dynasty pack ,this pack was one of the most powerful packs of wolves they were not underestimated mainly because they had strong alphas followed by betas even the omega's knowns as weak and frail were a bit strong in this place you can see strong, beautiful and delicate buildings which didn't lose to buildings of that of humans you can see the werewolves in their human forms,strong, beautiful and handsome this site was busy like a market and everyone was minding their own business that was until a boy about eighteen- nineteen came in the picture.

he said as he examined the symbol. “And werewolves get their powers from the moon right?” I asked. “Not exactly, but the full moon influences us, it heightens our powers,” he replied. “I think the glowing box they’ve been using is somehow the opposite of what the full moon does to werewolves. They must’ve gotten powers from the moon god.” He laughed. “The moon god is just a myth.” “I also thought werewolves were just a myth,” I stated. He seemed impressed with my response.“What do we do now?” he asked.

I interrupted. "Yes. Werewolves also find love and this is with the help of the Moon goddess who is believed to have created them." he paused. "But you just said they are people who change their forms after being placed by a curse or affliction." I looked at him, my brows furrowed. "Stories of Werewolves are not always transparent, there are lots of myths and different research about it. But I know witches play a part in the werewolf curse," his eyes went dim.

I shrugged and his eyebrows shot up. Another moment of silence. “Can werewolves turn humans into one of them?” I asked suddenly, and his eyes shot to mine like a bullet. “You want to become a werewolf?” He asked incredulously like I had grown three heads. I blushed at his expression, feeling silly. “Werewolves are a myth. They are not real, of course, so stop staring at me like that. I’m just saying, if it were possible, I would want to be one,” I backed up my statement.

I need time to process all of this. “Werewolves are similar to wolves in one very important way. We mate only once in our lives. We believe that our mate is shown to us by the moon goddess, and we can smell them from the moment we are anywhere near them.” He sighs deeply as he studies me, and then it hits me. “You think …” I point at him and then at me and then at him again, gaping like a fish out of water as he nods.