Wolpertinger Myth Novels & Stories

“I think you’re wrong still. If I were of such a breed, I would have known this.” He shook his head as well. “No, whoever you are. The story of the Star Wolf is only a myth in the eyes of many, but their generations walk the earth today and we know it.” “That’s it. You’ve said it yourself. It’s only a myth so why believe in it?” “Would you lie that before you found us, there was a part of your mind that believed we didn’t exist?” Basically every goddamned person on the planet believed so and yet here we were. I couldn’t argue about that.

But of course, the members would test and automatically fail that. She took the position after our former member—her father—died but not before bestowing all his knowledge unto her. In my opinion, she was the best candidate. She breathed out as if she needed a break from the musty, tale, and decaying wood odor of the chamber. “Wolfants were yielded five hundred years ago when a wolf was caught by human scientists in 1522. It was announced in human territories but no one believed it because the wolf refused to show his exceptional characters.”

His eyebrows shooting up indignantly, like I had just made some grievous insult onto him. “You’re joking?” I replied with every ounce of sarcasm I could muster in return. “You do realise, that werewolves were a myth not even twenty-four hours ago… right?” A small smile played across his lips, and his lips formed a pout as he did his best to resit laughing at my comment. “Touche.” He replied simply, his large hands coming to rest in front of him. “I guess you don’t know an awful lot about us, do you?”

"Now tell me what that thing is… " He sighed and breathed in and out like what he was about to tell me was big. "That's wolverine." I raise my brows. It was a foreign word because I hadn't heard it before. "Elaborate." "I don't know… but it's the name they happened to tell us. I don't know the source if that's what you're asking me, but I suspect that they got it from witches. They had found a spell to create it, but apparently the person who created it had died a day after, and no one knew where she had kept the formula. When they brought it… the organization only had a small sample of it. It was the size of a baby's fist." He suddenly got uneasy about something, but sighed again as he cont

Mythologie und Symbolik der Seltenen. Mythology and Symbolism of the Rare. I opened it carefully. The pages were brittle, the text dense, academic. It was a treatise, from the early 20th century, on rare biological designations. Enigmas. Guides. Other variants considered myth or aberration. There was a bookmark. I opened to the page. A chapter heading: Die Wächter und der Gefangene. The Guardians and the Prisoner. The text was in old Gothic script, hard to read. But a passage was underlined in precise, black ink.

Asking about it again was like setting herself up for a teasing Kihara cleared her head. Lady Walter was talking. “Humans have their myths and folklores.” Lady Walter was saying. Kihara nodded, smiling as her thoughts caught up to the new topic. Werewolves used to be one of those myths, until they -humans- found out the creatures are not only born of the imagination, they actually existed. “Well, so do werewolves.” At Kihara’s look of surprise, Lady Walter scoffed. “What? You don’t think we have our own stories that we tell our children? Every culture has it’s own boogie man to scare the kids into behaving. We had ours.”

I went on as I heard the reporter on the screen scream for the hundredth time since we left the castle. “Hm,” he grunted. “Most seem to think it was some kind of optical illusion caused by the smoke and fire, or perhaps some kind of trick. Others are talking about a glitch in the matrix.” I laughed. “Conspiracy theorists are my favourite.” “So they’ll believe we live in some kind of virtually constructed world, but not that werewolves exist?”

Vincent had every right to move on with his life. “Tell me,” He snapped her from her thoughts. Amanda nodded. “Yeah sure.” She flipped the pages of the same book until one big title came to their sight. She pointed to the big word. “Yes, I could see that. It’s a myth.” “Demon wolf was a myth once.” “There is no proof that the resurrection spell still existed. The last one existed and killed hundreds of villagers. Under a peace treaty between species at that time, the witches agreed to destroy every evidence about the spell.”

Emily's POV: I couldn't believe my eyes as I kept looking at the screen trying to process what I just read. "Was Earl a - a werewolf?" I asked myself in horror. The myth I was researching on since all this time was coming to reality and I couldn't help but breathe heavily. Werewolves were a myth by then. I never thought that such a weird myth could be something real. It wasn't possible in this world and this was freaking me out. How can humans actually turn into wolves? I thought and leaned back in shock. This is unbelievable. This was a myth. I can't be something real. This is not possible. This is absurd. Werewolves never existed before. The early Greeks or Romans created this rumor and it

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..