Wolf Legends Novels & Stories

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

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

But if it was possible… As the search results populated the screen, I clicked on the first article that caught my eye, hoping it would shed some light on my problem. Article 1: The Mythology of Werewolves 'Werewolves, also known as lycanthropes, are mythical creatures that appear in folklore and legends across various cultures. The transformation into a werewolf is typically associated with the full moon, although variations exist in different traditions. The exact methods of becoming a werewolf vary, but common themes include being bitten by an existing werewolf, a curse, or practising dark magic. The notion of werewolves congregating in packs is prevalent in many legends, often in remote o

As punishment, the enraged Zeus turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves. Werewolves also emerged in early Nordic folklore. The Saga of the Volsungs tells the story of a father and son who discovered wolf pelts that had the power to turn people into wolves for ten days. The father-son duo donned the pelts, transformed into wolves and went on a killing rampage in the forest. Their rampage ended when the father attacked his son, causing a lethal wound. The son only survived because a kind raven gave the father a leaf with healing powers." I closed the book as I found myself back to the room having this confused expression in my face, see what curiosity had made me do, I never knew that someone w

However, werewolves and lycans both shift at the age of eighteen. There is one main issue with werewolves that my parents made sure I understood from a young age. Werewolves that live in packs absolutely detest rogue wolves. I do not blame them. There is good reasoning for hating rogues. Rogues usually go insane from the solitude and, more often than not, end up attacking and killing innocent wolves. The group of wolves that killed my parents were rogues. Since then, I have made a habit of going rogue hunting. I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane.

Lucien muttered. I answered the call and pressed it closer to my ear. “I have something to tell you.” My mother’s trembling voice echoed from the other end of the line. I sat upright on the bed. “And what is that?” “It’s about your father. You didn’t discover your wolf all this time because he cast a spell to keep it hidden. You have a really powerful wolf and he saw you as a threat.” “Wait wait, this is a lot. What are you trying to say?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

Both of us wide eyed and confused, Did he know something? Long ago,” he began, “when wolves were first created by the Moon Goddess, there were two types. The Lycanthropes—what you know as werewolves today—and the Spirit Wolves. The Lycanthropes were gifted to certain bloodlines, and over time, they found each other, forming packs and growing stronger together. But the Spirit Wolves—those are a different story.”

Wolves, huge wolves with blood red eyes, patched fur and a very disgusting stench coming out of them, the same horrible stench I was perceiving. These were the kind of rogues that had been cast out for long enough that they had lost their sanity and humanity. All they knew was to kill and devour any living thing in their pack wolf otherwise. They were probably the ones that left the dead trail of animals and now as I looked around surrounded by three monstrous looking rogues, it was quite obvious that was the next kill. “Give me control” Valkyrie said and I dissolved into the back of my consciousness letting her take the lead.