Wolpertinger Myth Novels & Stories

Olivia said “I think that you guys are the knight wolf” Maria spoke “What!!!!” everyone said at once “My grandma used to study a lot of old legends and myths. She once told me that a 1000 years ago during the war of werewolves and vampires emerged two werewolves who were mates to each other with astonishing powers. They were known as the knight wolf because they were like knights sent by moongoddess to help werewolves in the war” Maria said as everyone else listened to her attentively

Skye’s hand found mine between our thighs, tucked out of Kathrena’s sight. “What’s a myth?” I wondered aloud, looking between the two of them, lost. “Certain herbs are meant to have… powers, in a sense. Jane taught me that, and becoming a supernatural creature has made me more aware of them, too. Aconitum – wolf’s bane, to use the colloquial term for it – is meant to be painful for werewolves. I never put much stock in it, though. Most things about wolves are untrue, spread by the wolves themselves to lead others away from what really harms them.”

She asked, encouragingly of him, "...sooo, tell me, professor Mourhollow… if the harpies all whisper about werewolves as monsters, why do I sense you don't agree?" Sheepish and shy as ever, Corvin's mouth curved in that faint and knowing way of his. "Simple, really. That's because all myths and legends are true, but so often they come from misunderstandings. You know how court mothers frighten their fledglings with tales of werewolves gone mad, tearing through villages?"

I chided Red on the drive home. He laughed. “I don’t … not in the way you all do. I’m not sure it’s a gift even ..”. “I’ve always heard metamorphs were a myth … just a story.” I said. “Like witches?” He asked me. “Yes… “ “Werewolves are a fantasy Alan, a myth. There’s a lot of things out there that we don’t know about. Some are stories we’ve heard. Some of from the past, our histories. Some are just flat out rumors and lies. But everything started somewhere…” he told me.

“What does he meant by that?” “He’s talking about the war of the greater werewolves. It’s not really even written in books but it is rather passed by lips throughout the generation.” Pulling his bag of ointments under his bed, Idris thankfully replied to my query. “The myth is all about a pack of alphas coming to wreak havoc in our world” “A pack of alphas? That seems like an overkill.” I stood behind watching him. “Indeed but that’s why it’s labeled as a myth. It’s only been passed through stories and that meant it’s inadequate. There’s no actual basis backing up the truthfulness of it” He added.

Still very confused Melanie urged, “What do you mean? I obviously can't hear your thoughts, that's ridiculous.” “I also have never heard of a wolf who can read minds, but you just did Mel, you’re a gifted wolf,” Sylvia explained, staring at me with an indescribable look. “What are you saying mom, there are no gifted wolves. The idea of gifted wolves is just a myth. You know that,” I stared at mom incredulously, “Sweetie, gifted wolves aren’t a myth. I know in school you’ve been told that but the only reason they’re called a myth but should be called legends, is because there has been no recordings of any gifted wolves since the last 500 years.” Sylvia explained.

Len couldn't keep his eyes off Vorpaltinger. He was fascinated of seeing an actual mythfolk before his very eyes and that she was nothing sort of what he knew. He learned from Dar Lugal that Vorpaltinger was a woman of therianthrope descent, people with strong affinity to animals and capability to transform into the ones matching their spirit.

I knew that mom wouldn't stay with us longer if we didn't treat her quickly. But to be honest, deep inside we all knew, there was no cure for her. The damages in her body wouldn't be healed. But still everyday we kept aside all of our worries and enjoyed our precious moments together wishing someday the tale of the mystic spring would come true and heal everything. I laughed inside at my own thoughts. In our nursery book, we would read the rhymes about the mystic spring. It was an old wolf myth. Wolves believed that awakening of the mystic spring would kill the darkness and bring back the souls and reigns by lightening the world.

Wayne muttered and Olive whipped her head at him, scowling deeply. “Don't even think using words like that on me will get me to stop being angry,” she blurted but Wayne laughed and winked. “This is a masterpiece. It contains every myth and legend regarding the firewolf, what is true and not true,” Mufasa spoke out as he began glancing through the pages. “Apparently, they're rare and only happen in millenniums. According to Milicent who almost turned us all to book shelves of course,” Crusoe stated.

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