Editorial Review of Book 3 Lupari Werewolf Hunter by Author Chris Turner

Editorial Review of Book 3 Lupari Werewolf Hunter by Author Chris Turner

I would like to give a big thank you to Author Chris Turner for the below editorial review of Lupari: Werewolf Hunter (The Wolf of Dorian Gray Series Book 3):

“Brian Ference writes a thrilling creature tale… With lots of action, gore and plot twists that will keep you guessing throughout. Praise for Lupari Werewolf Hunter. Highly recommended!

***Warning the below may contain spoilers***

Werewolves terrorize industrial England’s landscape, killing in the most brutal fashion and leaving behind a trail of destruction. A venturesome werewolf hunter of distant Romania, calls them the Varcolac, age-old harbingers of evil and bringers of death and blood-curse.

Dorian, the one werewolf with a conscience, battles a dark version of himself. His only aim is to save the human race and the ones he loves, though he fears of the beast that he becomes. Yet the seductive werewolf Luna puts every obstacle in his path.

Scotland yard’s chief Inspector Clarke is stymied by the citywide werewolf carnage and calls on the help of Europe’s most fearsome hunter, the famous Van Helsing. Together with a clairvoyant from the past, endowed with magical powers, and a spunky apprentice devoted to her master, can they hope to rid England of her terrors?

– Chris Turner, Author of Denibus Ar and many other fantasy, adventure, and science fiction novels.”

Book 3 Cover Reveal – Lupari Werewolf Hunter

Book 3 Cover Reveal – Lupari Werewolf Hunter

I am very excited to share with you the cover reveal of my third book in The Wolf of Dorian Gray series: Lupari – Werewolf Hunter

This cover took a slightly different turn and is already getting some great feedback. The main changes from the first two books are the prominent, werewolf scarred face of the monster hunter Van Helsing (complete with demon eye), a black or “crow moon”, and the swap of the author name to the top and the title to the bottom.

Dorian is finally free from the werewolf’s curse. Or maybe not. All of his allies have turned into enemies, but as the werewolf pandemic spreads, an old friend returns to offer some much needed help. Will it be enough to save him from the Lupari and the rise of the Luna?

I’d love to hear your feedback, and don’t forget to Pre-order the book on Amazon.

WereWolfBook Interview with Brian S. Ference

WereWolfBook Interview with Brian S. Ference

Question: This is the second book in The Wolf of Dorian Gray Series. How is your second book different than the first?

Answer: The first book and the second are actually quite different. Book one The Wolf of Dorian Gray: A Werewolf Spawned by the Evil of Man was written as a sort of homage to one of my favorite authors, Oscar Wilde, and was a mashup of several genres. In an attempt to stay true to his work, there is an element of philosophy, examination of morality, and religious aspects interwoven among the new connections of Romani blood magic and a wolf. I admit I made several mistakes as it was my first novel and have attempted to not repeat them in the second book.

Purgatory of the Werewolf picks up where the first book left off, but takes a different tone and goes in a completely unique direction. The second book is more focused in terms of genre on action, the werewolf, elements of horror and dark fantasy, and an epic war as Dorian seizes his second chance and changes his ways. It is faster paced and a much stronger work overall that incorporates a ton of reader feedback to deliver an amazing story.

Please take the time to read my WerewolfBook.com Interview. ***Warning it does contain some spoilers***

Read my WerewolfBook.com Interview

Chapter 2 – The Crime Scene Book 2 Purgatory of the Werewolf

Detective Inspector Gerald Clarke removed his black-wool felt bowler and ran his sweaty palm through the rapidly thinning hair in the center of his head.  He inspected the deep slashes in the wood floor that followed no discernible pattern. They were long and numerous, as if made by a deranged lunatic stabbing at the defenseless floor repeatedly. Splintered shards of glass and twisted metal littered the ground. The scene gave voice to the violent struggle that had taken place here. Fascinating. There was far too little blood to suggest that the victim had met his demise here as The Telegraph and the local constables had reported.

He was at a complete loss as to how Mr. Gray’s assailant had entered or exited the second story room. The interviews he had conducted with the servants all told the same story of an eccentric gentleman who regularly locked himself away at night alone. The five-centimeter thick steel bars on the door stood undiminished in a testament to their strength. Two constables had first reported the room soundly locked and completely empty. The Valet eventually turned up completely unaware of what had transpired and smelling of cheap wine from a night spent at a nearby Pub.  He swore that only Mr. Gray had the key that unlocked the bars to the room—and he had vanished without a trace. They summoned a locksmith, but the surly man had been unable to bypass the stubborn and expensive mechanisms preventing their entry. This had blocked him from making a more thorough investigation of the scene and limited him to observations made from outside of the room.

With that entrance eliminated, the assailant could have only entered through the large window overlooking the gardens below. The glass to the window was shattered and the metal frame bent and twisted outwards as if from an explosion. The lack of any burn marks made that theory unlikely. So what could have caused that level of damage? He had already examined the peaty soil in the garden below the window and the red clay tile of the roof above. Regrettably, the steady rain that had begun falling two days before his arrival had scrubbed away any clear signs that might be found there.

The only other items of note he observed in the room were a single overturned chair, a faded looking table, and a torn screen on the floor. That and of course the presumed murder weapon. It was a silver Garland knife covered in dried blood. The small blade appeared to have an engraved handle and was the sort of instrument that a nobleman would use for opening his letters.

The inspector reached his stout fingers through the bars. He needed to get through these confounding bars. Squeezing between them certainly wouldn’t work. He turned to stare at his reflection in the small mirror hanging in the hallway. He was a short and portly fellow, with long wispy sideburns. He assured his wife he did not grow them out to compensate for his diminishing hairline. No, the additional hair on the sides of his face merely added some warmth during the many cold nights spent in the service of Scotland Yard.

An audible click sounded and a smile came over the locksmith’s bearded face. “Ah, that’s got it. There you are, Inspector. A fine piece of workmanship this was, but no match for a determined mind.”

“A determined mind can overcome any problem, no matter how difficult. Thank you for your service, my good man. One of the constables downstairs will have your fee for you. You have my personal thanks as well as that of Scotland Yard. Constable McDonaugh, please come in here immediately.”

The eager young constable bounded up the steps from his assigned post with wide eyes, thirsty to take in the details of the mysterious crime scene. He was a sturdy lad, well-proportioned and just under two meters tall. His constable uniform was clean and neatly pressed. His face held a strong jaw with a precise beard and mustache that contained a hint of reddish tint. He carried himself well and would be mistook by many as an experienced constable, if not for the lack of confidence in his voice that identified him as newly trained recruit of the Metropolitan Police.

“Yes sir, Inspector. What is your pleasure, sir?”

“Constable, I want you to set a tight perimeter with the other men below. The door is finally unlocked and I want no one coming in or out until my analysis is complete. Conduct a rotating patrol of the entire grounds with a sweep every quarter hour.”

The man saluted and allowed his eyes to stray from the inspector’s face to the room behind him. “Right away. Erm, are you certain you won’t need my assistance with the crime scene?”

The notoriety of Mr. Gray, coupled with the baffling circumstances of his disappearance, had naturally aroused the curiosity of all of London. The police force was no exception. Nonetheless, the curiosity of the constable would not distract Inspector Clarke from the task at hand.

“That won’t be necessary, Constable. Now see to your duty.”

The man’s face fell visibly, before quickly changing to the blank stare that only a previously enlisted man could master. “Yes, sir.” He turned smartly on his heel and hastily retreated down the stairs. It was best to keep the constables busy with patrolling rather than standing around. A man felt more useful when put to action.

Now alone, Inspector Clarke slowly slid open the gate and entered the room. Upon closer scrutiny, he found that his earlier observations still held weight. There were precious few new details to discover after examining the floor and the overturned furniture. The jeweled knife handle bore several scratches and was well bloodied but offered little more. He moved over to the purple screen lying on the floor. It was made of an expensive-looking fabric that was thick and ornate, if not faded from age. This was the kind of material used to cover a statue or work of art in a gallery. He raised his eyes to the wall and gasped in surprise. The wall had been hidden from view until now.

There hung the most marvelous painting that Inspector Clarke had ever seen in his forty-two years. The colors were alive with life, a jubilant expression of passion and joy. The detail and brushwork were clearly the work of a master. He was no art enthusiast, but even his eyes could appreciate the skill displayed in the creation of this portrait.

Given the handsome features, muscular build, and disarming smile of the man featured in the painting, he could surmise that this was the likeness of Mr. Gray, the victim and the owner of the home. Mr. Gray was renowned for his good looks and infamous to the women of London. A painting of this quality would certainly have been very expensive to commission. Perhaps the claims of the victim’s tremendous wealth was not an exaggeration. It certainly provided a motive for either kidnapping or murder.

He made a few notes regarding the appearance and stature of Mr. Gray, before reluctantly averting his gaze and once more considered the crime scene. He scanned the writing he had jotted down in the vellum and cloth bound notebook that never left his side. Suddenly, something caught his eye near the window. He moved over for a closer examination. There between the jagged glass and bent metal, appeared to be a small clump of dark gray hair. The hair was matted and thick. He leaned in closer.

“Ugh, and foul smelling.” He made a note in his book.

Inspector Clarke carefully removed an embroidered white handkerchief from his pocket and brought it to his nose and mouth. The cluster of hair smelled of death and decay. It could have originated from a man. He imagined the hair that continued to grow on a corpse even after death.

Inspector Clarke had found it helpful to assist various doctors as they examined corpses during the course of an inquest. He had made several detailed drawings of the human anatomy in his notebook while assisting in multiple dissections. The deceased human body could give so many clues about the last few moments of life. He found the process of rigor mortis fascinating. As he grew more experienced in murder cases, he discovered he could roughly estimate how long ago death had occurred depending on the state of contraction in the muscles and the level of decomposition found in the body. His train of thought ground to a halt when a knock sounded at the entryway.

Constable McDonaugh stepped into the room. “The perimeter has been set, sir. And there is a Lord Crawley here to see you.”

Inspector Clarke frowned with annoyance. “I thought I said no visitors.”

The constable paused for a moment, as if unsure of his decision to inform the Inspector. “He says he knows the victim and has come on a matter of some importance.”

Inspector Clarke sighed. It was clear the young man had meant to do the right thing. “Very well, send him in.”

The constable dipped his head quickly and exited the room. A moment later, a tall man with short black hair and a thin mustache entered. He was a handsome man, in a dark and unconventional way. He wore a finely cut jacket and trousers that had seen some wear. They had once been expensive clothing but now were on the verge of becoming threadbare. It seemed that Lord Crawley had fallen on hard times.

The fellow smiled and gave a slight nod. “You must be Detective Inspector Clarke.”

Detective Clarke removed his hat. “At your service. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lord Crawley. I understand the victim was known to you?”

Lord Crawley’s smile vanished. “Yes. Mr. Gray and I were once very close and had a number of business dealings together.”

The Inspector tapped his pen to his chin. “Once?”

Lord Crawley began to frown. “That was some time ago and I have since had some rather bad luck that has kept me preoccupied. However, we did occasionally run into one another at certain establishments.”

The Inspector continued to push. “What sort of establishments?”

Lord Crawley’s face rose in color. “Er, I don’t see how that is relevant.”

“All details are relevant, Lord Crawley.”

“If you must know, we both shared an affinity for a particular imported whiskey that can only be found in certain exclusive clubs.”

“I see. Tell me, my lord, did you run into Mr. Gray on the night he was attacked?”

“As a matter of fact, I did. But I remained at the club while Mr. Gray returned home around midnight, as was his custom. He was quite peculiar about not being long away from home.”

The Inspector opened his notebook as if preparing to write. “There are witnesses who can corroborate this?”

A smile returned under the man’s mustache. “Yes, of course.”

Inspector Clarke made a notation in his book. “Are you aware of anyone who might have wished Mr. Gray harm?”

Lord Crawley paused for a moment as if considering his reply. “A man of his notoriety and wealth naturally makes enemies. There have also been rumors of his involvement with several married women.”

The Inspector closed his notebook carefully. “Yes, I have heard a great deal about such rumors. May I ask this matter of importance that you have come about?”

Lord Crawley reached into his waistcoat and removed a gold pocket watch. “Well, naturally I was quite concerned to hear of Mr. Gray’s fate and wanted to offer my assistance in any way possible.”

The Inspector saw the heavy gold chain and intricate engraving on the watch and decided Lord Crawley had not yet given up everything from his former lifestyle. “That’s quite considerate of you.”

Lord Crawley flipped open the pocket watch and consulted the time. “Yes. I was wondering if Mr. Gray left behind a will of any kind or perhaps an accounting of debts which he owed?”

The Inspector nodded. “Ah, now I understand the nature of your concern. But no, nothing of that sort has been discovered just yet.”

Lord Crawley returned his watch to a hidden seam in his waistcoat. “I fear you have misjudged me, Inspector. Such documents will become known in time. It is a small matter. Certainly, full effort must be made to bringing this killer to justice.”

The Inspector turned partially to look back at the room behind him. “Rest assured, that is my singular purpose. However, I am not fully convinced that he was murdered.”

Lord Crawley’s dark eyebrows rose a few centimeters. “The papers have been going on about it for some time now. Some are saying he faked his own death.”

Inspector Clarke chuckled. “I wouldn’t put so much stock in everything you read, son. The papers spend far too much time on sensationalism and very little on fact or science.”

Lord Crawley took a few steps forward and paused. “If I may?”

Inspector Clarke inclined his head as he intently observed the other man’s movements.

Lord Crawley carefully looked around while making sure to avoid contact with any items in the room. He simply peered at everything around him as though creating a sketch in his head of the scene. His gaze finally came to rest on the portrait that hung on the back wall.

“So, this is the painting he so loved. I can see the beauty in it and why it was his most valued possession.”

The Inspector moved closer. “Is there some significance to this painting?”

Lord Crawley removed a letter from his coat. “That is why I have come, Inspector. I have a letter here from one of Mr. Gray’s closest friends, the Lady Helena Rivera, formerly Lady Helena Wotton.”

“Lady Helena? That name seems familiar to me.”

“Yes, she has been writing to you for days. She would have come herself, but the weather has weakened her constitution somewhat and she asked that I come in her place.”

“Ah, now I remember. A Lady Helena requested that any paintings found in the locked room be given to her care for safe keeping.”

Lord Crawley dipped his head. “That is correct.”

Inspector Clarke removed his bowler but stopped himself from running his hand over his bald spot. “Well, tell Lady Helena that she is mad if she thinks I will release evidence to her during an active inquest.”

Lord Crawley scowled and his eyes began to gleam, as if hatching a scheme. “How is a painting evidence? The portrait is, however, the greatest work of the artist Sage Holdsworth. She was also close friends with Lady Helena. The two were business partners, you see. It follows that ownership of the painting now reverts to her as the only surviving partner. She demands that you relinquish her property at once. She intends to exhibit the work in a gallery as a tribute to both of her deceased friends.”

The lines in the Inspector’s brow knitted together. “Once the inquest is concluded, and the legality of these claims can be proven, then the painting will be released to the proper owner.”

Lord Crawley reached again into his coat and produced a second letter. “She thought you might say that.”

The Inspector cautiously reached for the letter. “What is this?”

Lord Crawley placed it in the Inspector’s hand with a flourish. “A letter from Chief Inspector Williamson requesting that you comply with her demand.”

Inspector Clarke’s face fell at the name. “Let me guess. Lady Helena is also friends with the Chief Inspector?”

Lord Crawley began putting on a pair of leather riding gloves. “Undoubtedly. She has far reaching connections, to be sure.”

Inspector Clarke took the letter and opened it. He carefully read the message and scrutinized the signature and seal closely. “Very well, you may remove the painting. But I caution Lady Helena that this matter will be raised again. I may need to examine it further and interview her myself.”

Lord Crawley was already moving towards the wall and carefully lifted the painting by its canvas sides. “As you say, Inspector. We are happy to cooperate.”

It was only about an hour after Lord Crawley had wrapped up the painting and taken it away when Inspector Clarke heard yelling outside on the front lawn, punctuated by gunfire.

Chapter 1 – A Fresh Start Book 2 Purgatory of the Werewolf

Chapter 1 – A Fresh Start Book 2 Purgatory of the Werewolf

Dorian felt uncharacteristically well rested after the night spent in Sage’s musty, yet comfortable mahogany four-poster bed. The rusty springs and well-worn frame sagged in all the right places. The several layers of feather mattresses seemed to envelop his body with an inviting embrace. The goose down pillows may have been old and faded, but the feathers inside were still soft and smooth. In a bed like this, it was easy to pretend that the events of the past week were simply part of some nightmare. He shook his blonde head and cleared the thought from his mind.

He closed his eyes with a sigh of contentment. With a flash, there appeared the snarling face and hideous form of the monster. Its bloodshot eyes knew where he was hiding and the long claws extended towards him, dripping with blood. Dorian’s eyes shot open. He had lingered here for too long. He needed to formulate a plan to escape before the beast found him again. He would wait until nightfall to leave. Then he would gather some funds and leave London immediately.

Dorian spent that afternoon chopping firewood with the old steel maul that he had found sunken into an oak stump. Once he had sharpened the edges, the ash logs split beneath his swing like butter. The repetition was soothing and he continued for several hours. He felt like each block of wood was a terrible deed from his former life. With each downswing, he smashed the memory into a thousand pieces. He cast his shirt aside, his muscles strained with each rhythmic blow until the hot rays of the sun pulled a sheen of sweat from his skin.

After he was done, he brewed a pot of black tea made using an antique Hester Bateman teapot. He had discovered it hanging forlornly above the stove. It was tarnished and dented, but it made the finest pot of tea Dorian had ever tasted. Dorian wished he could stay in this simple life forever. But he knew it couldn’t last.

Dorian would have to sneak into his own mansion without detection. He remembered his blood staining the hardwood floor. He had been gone long enough that anyone who saw the room would certainly think him dead.  He would return to his home and gather any small valuables that had not already been spirited away by the servants upon hearing of his death. But the most important thing was the painting. That wretched painting that had been the source of all his pain and misery. Yet it still held his secret. To leave it behind and unprotected would be unthinkable. He must retrieve the painting and vanish before anyone discovered he was still alive.

Despite Sage’s attempts to explain it to him, it was still beyond his understanding how that painting had linked his soul to the wolf. She had started the process by dabbling in Romani magic and had mentioned something about The Spell of Making to increase the realism of her painting. She told Dorian that she had foolishly mixed his and the wolf’s blood with her brushes and applied them to the canvas to achieve a deeper color of red. According to Sage, her biggest mistake had been combining these two actions with the third Romani art of naming. Sage had named the wolf cub that they had rescued little Dorian Grey and put all of herself into bringing the canvas to life. She had succeeded in the worst possible way and it had cost Sage her life.

Dorian had not even cared at the time. How could he have committed all those terrible deeds? He had killed innocent men, and even burned a man alive. As Dorian embraced his most base desires and set down his destructive path, the once innocent wolf had slowly begun to change. It became more gruesome and violent as if it were the living embodiment of his many sins. Dorian, however, was completely unchanged. He had gained eternal youth. Dorian was beginning to suspect that he might have developed other strange abilities as well.

It was his fault that Sage was dead. He had seen her killed right in front of him and done nothing. Perhaps that was when he had lost his soul. But that was all behind him now. Before he had awakened in the forest, he had been the real beast. Now he could feel the weight of his conscience and the fullness of his soul within his body again. He was a demon no longer.

There was still a very real demon out there somewhere. The lycanthrope. The sun had finally faded in the sky, casting a reddish light that played off the clouds and the dust of the fields. He slid back his chair and picked up a threadbare coat that he had found forgotten among Sage’s other possessions. He walked through to her art studio where he and Sage had spent so many days in innocence and laughter. He remembered with a smile the image of his friend at her easel as he played with the small wolf cub. Dorian and Sage had been best friends once and could have been more. But he had been so selfish and in love with the thrill of bedding as many women as he could. He saw now that she had loved him completely, maybe even more than her art.

His eyes felt moist and blurry as he looked at the empty easel still there in the corner. “I’m sorry Sage. Please forgive me.” She would never paint again.

Dorian turned and strode from the room. He locked and closed the door tightly behind him. He knew he could never come back again. Taking one more look around in the fading light, Dorian walked slowly to the woodpile and lifted the heavy handle of the steel maul. His thoughts went to the werewolf that prowled the night and his hand tucked the weapon into his coat.

Continue Reading Chapter 2 – The Crime Scene

Timeline of Werewolf Fiction Books – Werewolves Through History

Timeline of Werewolf Fiction Books – Werewolves Through History

Below is a list of popular werewolf fiction books. A sort of list of werewolves throughout history in literary form:

  • Metamorphoses by ovid features King Lycaon (Arcadia) – Greek Mythology, Arcadian King Lycaon killed and served Zeus’ son to him in a meal. Zeus transformed him into a wolf and killed his 50 sons.

  • The Satyricon by Petronius (approx. 61 AD)
  • “Bisclavret” from Lais by Marie de France (approx. 1175)
  • Melion (approx. 1200)
  • Guillaume de Palerme (approx. 1200)
  • Single line reference, Thomas Malory, Le Morte d’Arthur translated Death of Arthur (1469–1470), “Sir Marrok the good knight that was betrayed with his wyf for she made hym seven yere a werwolf.”
  • The Damnable Life and Death of Stubbe Peeter by George Boren (1590)
  • “The Man-Wolf” by Leitch Ritchie (1831)
  • “Hughes the Wer-Wolf: A Kentish Legend of the Middle Ages” by Sutherland Menzies (1838)
  • “The White Wolf of the Hartz Mountains” from The Phantom Ship by Frederick Marryat (1839),  a female werewolf inhabits the Harz Mountains in Germany.
  • Wagner the Wehr-Wolf by G. W. M. Reynolds (1848)
  • The Wolf-Leader (Fr: Le Meneur de loups), Alexandre Dumas, père (1857)
  • “The Man-Wolf” (Fr: “Hugues-le-loup”) by Erckmann-Chatrian (1859) set in Black Forest of Germany, features noble house with ancestral lycanthropic curse.
  • “Lokis” by Prosper Mérimée (1869)
  • “The White Wolf of Kostopchin” by Sir Gilbert Campbell (1889)
  • “A Pastoral Horror” by Arthur Conan Doyle (1890)
  • “The Mark of the Beast” by Rudyard Kipling (1891)
  • “The Eyes of the Panther” by Ambrose Bierce (1891)
  • The Were-Wolf by Housman
  • The Other Side: A Breton Legend by Count Eric Stanislaus Stenbock (1893)
  • The Were-Wolf by Clemence Housman (1896)
  • The Greek Myths by Robert Graves features King Lycaon
  • “The Werwolves” (sic) by H. Beaugrand (1898)
  • The Camp of the Dog by Algernon Blackwood (1908)
  • Gabriel-Ernest and “The She-Wolf” by Saki (H. H. Munro) (1910)
  • The Thing in the Woods by Margery Williams (1913, reprinted in 1924 under the pseudonym “Harper Williams”)
  • The Door of the Unreal by Gerald Biss (1919)
  • “Running Wolf” by Algernon Blackwood (1921) set in Canadian wilderness features a native American werewolf.
  • “The Phantom Farmhouse” by Seabury Quinn (1923)
  • The Werewolf of Ponkert by H. Warner Munn (1925, collected 1958)
  • “Wolfshead” by Robert E. Howardnovelette first published in Weird Tales April 1926.
  • Sudenmorsian by Aino Kallas (1928)  Finnish werewolf tale translated to English inThe Wolf’s Bride by Alex Matson, 1930.
  • The White Robe by James Branch Cabell (1928).
  • “The Master of the House” by Oliver Onions (1929)
  • “The Wolf of St. Bonnot” by Seabury Quinn (1930)
  • The Wolf in the Garden by Alfred H. Bill (1931) set in post-Revolutionary New York.
  • “Tarnhelm” by Hugh Walpole (1933)
  • The Werewolf of Paris by Guy Endore (1933)
  • “Death of a Poacher” by H. Russell Wakefield (1935)
  • “The Point of Thirty Miles” by T. H. White (1935)
  • The Undying Monster: a Tale of the Fifth Dimension by Jessie Douglas Kerruish (1936)
  • Grey Shapes by Jack Mann (Evelyn Charles Vivian) (1937)
  • “The Hairy Ones Shall Dance” by Manly Wade Wellman (1938)
  • Darker Than You Think, a werewolf classic by Jack Williamson (1940, expanded 1948)
  • The White Wolf by Franklin Gregory (1941)
  • The Compleat Werewolf by Anthony Boucher (1942)
  • “The Kill” by Peter Fleming (1942)
  • “The Refugee” by Jane Rice (1943)
  • “Eena” by Manly Banister (1947)
  • “There Shall Be No Darkness” by James Blish (1950)
  • “Wolves Don’t Cry” by Bruce Elliott (1954)
  • “The Hunt” by Joseph Payne Brennan (1958)
  • Invaders from the Dark by Greye La Spina (1960)
  • Three Hearts and Three Lions by Poul Anderson (1961)
  • Operation Chaos by Poul Anderson (1971)
  • “Reflections for the Winter of My Soul” by Karl Edward Wagner (1973)
  • “Lila the Werewolf” by Peter S. Beagle (1974)
  • “The Hero as Werwolf” by Gene Wolfe (1975)
  • Lisa Kane by Richard A. Lupoff (1976)
  • The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien (1977)
  • The WolfMan by Carl Dreadstone (1977)
  • The Werewolf of London by Carl Dreastone (1977)
  • The Howling (1977) by Gary Brandner and its sequels
  • The Wolfen by Whitley Strieber (1978) portrays werewolves as predators of humanity, acting as a “natural” control on their population
  • The Nightwalker by Thomas Tessier (1979) features a deranged Vietnam Vet resident in London who transforms into a werewolf.
  • “The Company of Wolves”, “The Werewolf” and “Wolf-Alice”, collected in the book The Bloody Chamber (1979) by Angela Carter
  • Tales of the Werewolf Clan, Volume 1, In the Tomb of the Bishop by H. Warner Munn (1979)
  • Tales of the Werewolf Clan, Volume 2, The Master Goes Home (1980)
  • “The Book of the Beast” trilogy: The Orphan (1980), The Captive (1981)
  • The Beast by Robert Stallman (1982)
  • The Beast Within (1981) by Edward Levy
  • Blood Fever (1982) by Kit Reed
  • The Discworld (1983–) series by Terry Pratchett
  • The Talisman (1983), co-written by Stephen King and Peter Straub
  • The Godforsaken by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro (1983)
  • The Wolf’s Hour by Robert R. McCammon (1984)
  • Cycle of the Werewolf, an illustrated novel by Stephen King (1985)
  • The Dark Cry of the Moon by Charles L. Grant (1986)
  • Werewolves by Jane Yolen, ed. (1988)
  • Wolf Moon by Charles de Lint (1988)
  • “The Skin Trade” by George R.R. Martin (1989)
  • “The Manipulator” by Dana Brookins (1989)
  • Howling Mad by Peter David (1989)
  • Moon Dance (1989) by S.P. Somtow follows the immigration of a motley group of European werewolves to colonial America, where they confront disturbed human characters as well as Native American werewolves.
  • Tamed by Douglas R. Brown involves werewolves which are sold as pets.
  • The Werewolves of London by Brian Stableford (1990)
  • WerewolveSS by Jerry Ahern and Sharon Ahern (1990)
  • The Ultimate Werewolf by Harlan Ellison, ed. (1991)
  • The Wild (1991) by Whitley Strieber portrays the werewolf as a medium through which to bring human intelligence and spirit back into nature.
  • Animals (1992) by John Skipp and Craig Spector
  • Blood Trail by Tanya Huff (1992) is Volume 2 in Huff’s vampire series. This instalment deals with a werewolf clan.
  • Wild Blood by Nancy A. Collins (1993)
  • Wolf Kill by Gregg Almquist
  • The Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter series (1993 onwards) by Laurell K. Hamilton
  • Thor (novel) by Wayne Smith (1994) has a German Shepherd who protects his family from a relative who was infected by a werewolf. This was the basis for the movie Bad Moon.
  • Women Who Run with the Werewolves by Pam Keesey (1995)
  • Nadya – The Wolf Chronicles by Pat Murphy (1996) is about a race of European werewolves who immigrate to the United States in the nineteenth century.
  • The Werewolf Chronicles by Rodman Philbrick and Lynn Harnett (1996)
  • Harry Potter series (1997–2007) J.K. Rowling
  • Return of The Wolfman by Jeff Rovin (1998)
  • The Silver Wolf (1998) by Alice Borchardt follows the lives of several werewolves in ancient Rome and Ireland. It was followed by:
    Night of the Wolf (1999)
    The Wolf King
  • The Werewolf Book by Brad Steiger (1999)
  • Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause (1999)
  • Touch of the Wolf by Susan Krinard (1999) is first in a series of historical werewolf novels.
  • Murcheston: The Wolf’s Tale by David Holland (2000)
  • The series Prowlers (2001–2) by Christopher Golden
  • Fool Moon by Jim Butcher, book two of The Dresden Files (2001)
  • Summer Knight by Jim Butcher, book four of The Dresden Files (2003
  • Bitten by Kelley Armstrong (2001).
  • Wolf’s Trap by WD Gagliani (2003, 2006, 2012) was a Bram Stoker Award finalist, and is first in the Nick Lupo series of werewolf horror-thrillers.
  • The Essential Guide to Werewolf Literature by Brian Frost (2003)
  • World of the Lupi series by Eileen Wilks (2003–present)
  • The Crimson City series by Liz Maverick, Marjorie Liu, Patti O’Shea, and Carolyn Jewel (2005–present)
  • Maximum Ride series by James Patterson features genetically engineered werewolves called “Erasers” as antagonists (2005–6).
  • The Demonata series by Darren Shan (2005–6)
  • The Wolf Man: Hunter’s Moon by Michael Jan Friedman (2007)
  • The Wolfman by Nicholas Pekearo (2009)
  • Wolf’s Gambit by WD Gagliani (2009)
  • Werewolf Smackdown: A Novel by Mario Acevedo (2010),
  • Overwinter by David Wellington (2010), sequel to Frostbite.
  • Jane Slayre by Charlotte Brontë and Sherri Browning Erwin (2010)
  • Wolf’s Bluff by WD Gagliani (2011) is third in the Nick Lupo series.
  • Being Human series by Simon Guerrier, Mark Michalowski and James Gross (2010)
  • The Road by Simon Guerrier (2010)
  • Chasers by Mark Michalowski (2010)
  • Bad Blood by James Gross (2010)
  • Grave Expectations by Charles Dickens and Sherri Browning Erwin (2011)
  • Saamaanthaa by d. t. neal (2011)
  • “A Death by the Sea” by Cooper Renner (2011)
  • “A Spurious Death in a Foreign Country” by Cooper Renner (2011)
  • The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan (2011)
  • Wolf’s Edge by WD Gagliani (2012) is fourth in the Nick Lupo series.
  • High Moor by Graeme Reynolds (novel, 2012)
  • The Wolf Gift by Anne Rice (novel, 2012)
  • Changes: A Werewolf’s Saga Part 1 by Michael Lampman (novel, 2012)
  • The Pack: A Werewolf’s Saga Part 2 by Michael Lampman (novel, 2012)
  • Redemption: A Werewolf’s Saga Part 3 by Michael Lampman (novel, 2012)
  • Wolf Hunter by J.L. Benét (2012)
  • The Wanderer Awakens: A Werewolf’s Saga Part 4 by Michael Lampman (novel, 2012)
  • City Under the Moon by Hugh Sterbakov (2012)
  • The Were-Dwarf by Johnny Mains (2012)
  • Hemlock Grove by Brian McGreevy (2012)
  • High Moor 2: Moonstruck by Graeme Reynolds (novel, 2013)
  • Darkness Rises A Werewolf’s Saga Part 5 by Michael Lampman (novel, 2013)
  • Fox Run, the first book in the Madison Wolves series by Robin Roseau (2013),
  • Wolf’s Cut by WD Gagliani (2014)
  • The Seventh Sons (Sycamore Moon Book 1)
  • The Blood of Brothers (Sycamore Moon Book 2) by Domino Finn (2014)
  • Lycanthropy (Licantropía) by Carles Terès (2012)
  • Howling Changes by W. Dockemeyer (2015)
  • The Wolf of Dorian Gray – A Werewolf Spawned by the Evil of Man by Brian S. Ference (2016)