3 Werewolves Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tai said. "Mates are exception." "Mates?" "You really don't know anything, do you?" Ace whispered. 1 "I'm freaking clueless about this," Tai muttered. "Let's start with the basics," Ace said. "Werewolves live in packs with a hierarchy that keep the order. The Alpha is in charge, the Beta is second in command, and there is also a third in command, the Delta. There is also a Warrior and those four people run a pack. Does that make sense?"

The crowd erupted into a frenzied buzz, the air thick with whispers and murmurs. The werewolves were all abuzz with excitement, chattering and whispering amongst themselves. I could hear them making jokes and jests, wondering if I would come out alive or if I'd be ripped to shreds in the ring. The high-status werewolves were particularly vocal, snickering amongst themselves as they talked about how ridiculous it was for a vampire to even consider fighting a wolf in their human form. They seemed convinced that I was signing my own death warrant by agreeing to the match.

Hercules butted in as he begun a speech while moving to all their views. “We are about to face a horde of warlocks but look at us. We have four...” He began as the mage then cut in. “Three... three werewolves, Hercules.” The high mage corrected. “Right.” Hercules bluntly agreed. “We have three werewolves here.” “But we also have two...” He led with another heightened level of optimism but it had been given the same cold feedback. “Three... Three mages, Hercules.” Eugenia also butted into the trail of his reveal.

There should be something to talk about! “There are basically three grades in the werewolves.”, Zayden said out of nowhere, so he felt it necessary to share this piece of information with her. “Alpha, Beta and Omega. The leader of the pack or say wolf is Alpha.” “So, you are the Alpha and Eric is your beta, right.” “You got that right. And the rest of my men are Omega. Generally they are the weakest among all the three.” “But...but they don’t look weak.”, She pointed out.

“So, about this mind speak thingy…” “Ah, that’s a type of communication magic that all werewolves have. It lets them talk with their pack members,” said John, who finally chose to speak after watching the two in their awkward situation. “Anything you say using that magic can only be heard by those you consider part of your pack. In this case, it’s Young Master Nico and I. Your parents would probably be able to hear you as well, but since there’s a considerable distance, they would likely not.” “Oh, okay…”

Lona's POV The strongest wolves fighting each other created an extremely scary scene. After Jack and Alpha King turned into wolf form and rushed to bite each other, the other werewolves quickly transformed. The three warriors quickly came to my defense and the remaining warriors quickly joined the battle. Only a few minutes passed and all of them were seriously injured, even a werewolf fell. I didn't know if they were dead or just badly injured but that scene really freaked me out.

A curious five-year-old Francis asked again. "Luckily, no. The moon goddess has created a chant that tricks humans' minds. Making it a barrier to protect our pack grounds," she paused. "Now, shall I continue?" She politely asked the curious pups. "Yes." They all shouted. "In the werewolf hierarchy, a pack consists of three ranks: the ruler is their Alpha, followed by the Beta and the Gamma, consisting of one thousand members." "Is apha Dewan ower apha?" A little girl asked while she raised her right hand.

His scarlet eyes watch the other wolves as they transform as well. The werewolves are now back in their human avatar, naked except for one. There are a total of twelve men and women, all of age and have dark eyes. They are all standing in a perfect circle in a serial but one space is left vacant. Their eyes are filled with an urgency to kill mixed with a fear of the man they are facing. Only the leaders of each pack have been summoned. In total, there are thirteen packs under the Black Jacks, each run by one of the leaders.

“The three black werewolves, it was a message.” Aria frowned, not understanding. “The time of the terrorists. The three black werewolves. The king and his two eldest sons. One of them is a prisoner now.” The Terrorizers. The ones her father wanted to stop. They were three black werewolfs, always three with one flying at the front and one on each behind him. They were known to cause terror and therefore got the name. Alone, they took many lives and burned villages down to the ground.

His clan was not only the biggest clan but also the leading clan. He followed Logan to one of the entrances of the Tongass forest. The open field was crowded with werewolves, there must have been at least a thousand of them. They all came from different corners of the country to be here. The mate hunt was one of the year’s main events for the werewolf clans. From the age of 21 wolves were permitted to join the mate hunt. You had to be 21 because your wolf had matured from that age, and you were ready to transform. When Noah walked into the field it immediately became quiet. They all made a path for him and bowed their heads in respect. His clan was feared and respected for a good reason.