Werewolves Stories Novels & Stories

So he’d lived through many wars and fallen packs. When I was a pup, he was the one who’d told me about the rogues, witches, and vampires who fought and failed to take the Midnight Pack from the alphas before me. My favorite story of his, though, was the Legend of the White She-wolf. I would always beg Uncle Panton to tell me that one. Something about it fascinated me.

"To be able to bring meaningful change, I need to understand all sides of the issue. Right now, I only know the narrative propagated by us… by my side." I can tell he wasn't expecting that. His dark brows shoot up his forehead in surprise. The surprise is gradually replaced by respect. Knowing he respects me makes me giddy with happiness and gives me the courage I need to have this difficult conversation. He shrugs, and starts telling the story that's been passed down from generation to generation in his pack. "You already know that Werewolves aren't native Altairian inhabitants." I nod. "We have always been told the Cursed Ones… sorry… the Werewolves gained entry into Altair by deceitful me

I pushed him for more answers, “Well, because we don’t kill humans. At least we’re not meant to. The Meļņasirds do. If there’s money in it for them, they’ll kill anything” “What do you mean you don’t kill humans?” I asked with a jeer. I've been told hundreds of stories about the savage wolves that tore their way through towns, slaughtering innocent women and children. I've been shown pictures and videos of the aftermath. I know that Weres kill humans ruthlessly. It's been drummed into me for as long as I can remember. Werewolves are killers, uncontrollable animals that thirst for blood.

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.

"I thought those stories weren't real." He sighed and shook his head,"No, everything about them that was told by our elders and written in books, was true," then he walked towards my father and his commanders. I never thought that the stories used to scare us as kids were actually true. I never believe in them. It all started with a sphynx who fell in love with a werewolf, but since their kind are much different than us, they were forced to separate, but the wolf wanted to be with her, so he wandered around the mountain where the sphynx resided. When other sphynx saw him, they killed him. Later, the werewolf kingdom heard the news and conflicts began.

She told him but just that night, as if warning her that things wouldn't be alright the raven came back and sat on the tree outside her window. Angelica watched it for a long while but it didn't fly away. Getting out of her bed she went to the window. She looked outside and watched the darkness that fell over her town. Then she looked up and far away. She saw the cursed castle standing proudly on the hill. People called it the wolf's den because they said anyone who went to the castle never came back. They were eaten by the big hungry wolf living there.

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

She immediately walls into a corner to change for the big game. She began to evolve into her real self. Her fingernails and toenails grow more longer. He skin became more pale. Her fangs grew. It is unusually longer than others. Hers seem special but no one noticed. Her eyes changed into a red fiery colour. She hissed as she join the line for the big game. 💎THE CITY💎 Conri and Collen walls briskly on a lonely road. They had three other werewolves walking behind them. They were looking for a vampire for the ritual. Collen smokes a cigarette and sips from a bottle of bear while Conri tries to avoid the cigarette smell.

The vampires would come again on the next full moon and any more war could mean the extinction of werewolves. They were only few left.Just two packs in a kingdom once filled with more than fifty of them.Her pack-the Blood Moon only had her,her sick father and the two soldiers that survived the last war-Avery and Axel. The second pack-the Storm Moon had less than twenty two members left. Nina stared through her window and didn't even move when her father came in.Not until he moved a chair towards her did she snap out of her thoughts. "Dad." she smiled weakly "You're here"