Werewolves Origin Novels & Stories

She had barely managed to bark the words Wait, we need to plan first, when the infuriating beast had burst out of the grand hall, heading for the borders. Kendra knew how important the pack was to the Alpha… he was as possessive of it as a mother wolf was of her cubs, but he didn’t know how many of the curers were out there, and granted… he was a very powerful wolf, but a few Silver weapons too many, and he would be just like a normal human being— completely mortal and at the mercy of the evil humans. Now a little background on the origin of the werewolf curse. The werewolf curse had infected a select few about a century ago, around the 1500s.

“I know about him because of all the temples. I don’t actually know anything about werewolf religion.” “Most people don’t. But since you’re going to be my alphas mate, you should. Endymion was the first being in the universe. He created us from the stars then turned himself into the moon and his wife, Soleil, into the sun so that they could watch their creations together. But their creations needed someone to protect them from the things that lurked in the shadows. And so, werewolves were created.” Nora raised an eyebrow. “Werewolves were created to keep humans safe?”

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

The one who had been about to kill the woman and been thrown away, stood up clutching at where he had just been bitten in terror. He stared at it like it was a death sentence as if that bite meant the end of his life. Because it was, werewolf bites were deadly to Vampires. And Damon had already taken a huge chunky bite off his shoulder. “Lupus, Rogue King, we do not want a fight with you,” The second one started speaking,

It was a familiar feeling. “Your Grace, she is bleeding,” a slave caught my attention. I came out of the chain of thoughts instantly. “Lucas, heal her,” I ordered my Beta. Yes, we were werewolves. The one who was known to exist even before the origin of human beings. Our ancestor Lycaon was known to be a servant of Lord Zeus, The Lord of the Gods. But one day, he served Lord Zeus food made of human flesh and he got angry. His anger turned to peak and he turned Lycaon into a wolf. Since then his genes mixed with the human being and werewolves evolved with time.

“Yes, that’s true. But it is more to the story than you know. She had a silver wolf that she loved dearly. When Father Radu asked the Moon Goddess for help, her precious silver wolf has been mortally injured. She helped Father Radu, but he had to bind his soul to the wolf's one. She took both of them to an ancient altar, putting both of them on top of it, one next to another. Using magic unknown to us, she took both of them, and the silver wolf was absorbed into Father Radu's body. Thus man and beast became one, Radu becoming the first werewolf. The silver wolf is known as the First Wolf or the Original Wolf. The silver wolf was special, having lots of abilities, and Father Radu learned to u

I tried to shake off the feeling of embarrassment and failure, but it lingered with me throughout the rest of the competition. As the competition continues, each of the other three girls is asked a question about the history of the Pack and werewolves. The first girl is asked about the origin of the Pack, and she confidently answers that the Pack was founded by a group of powerful werewolves who wanted to create a society where they could live in peace and harmony with humans. The second girl is asked about the most significant battle in Pack history, and she answers without hesitation that it was the Battle of the Moon, where the Pack fought off an invasion by a rogue group of werewolves wh

I settle in, ready to immerse myself in the past. The chapter begins with a disclaimer that makes me lean in closer, my curiosity piqued: "The origins of werewolves remain shrouded in mystery, with no definitive records of our species' beginnings or the identity of the first werewolves. However, it is widely acknowledged that the oldest known pack is the Amadeus pack, a lineage of exceptional werewolves said to be blessed by the goddess herself." I feel a flutter of recognition at the name Amadeus, but I push it aside, too engrossed in the text to dwell on it.

Beasts roamed every corner of the continent, along with creatures so ancient their names had long been forgotten. I spent the most time reading an old tomb on the twelve original gods. There was a legend amongst wolves that Lunette, the moon goddess, and Solana, the sun goddess, had been the first to undergo the transformation. The text I cradled close to my chest confirmed the legend, but it said nothing about the process. Who or what had turned them into immortals?

The old wolves shifted where they stood. "That symbol," Theron said slowly, "belongs to an evolving hybrid." The words hit like ice water. "An evolving hybrid," he repeated. "A werewolf born with both bloodlines who undergoes a second transformation. It happens once in a century, if that. Before evolving, the hybrid is trapped between two natures, neither fully in control. But once the evolution begins, everything shifts. The body strengthens. Instincts sharpen. Power rises. And the world begins to notice."