5 Elders Devil Fruit Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I don't care Ken, I don't care about the lady the elders have arranged for me. You know I only agreed to do what they wanted because I've been tired of their nagging, so whoever they bring will leave this packhouse the moment I find the woman I want!” Speak of the devils! Just as my Beta left my study, the elders…Joseph, Ezekiel, and Felix entered. They were old men, by far older than I and at least five of my generation. In the kingdom, elders had longer lifespans than a normal wolf, including Alpha's, which was why they had great wisdom. However, being their Alpha, they didn't fail to pay respect to me. They bowed slightly and then went straight to the point.

“Danielle, please take your father’s place. Yuto, accompany your mate.” Marcus stood and the door under the seats leading into the hall opened. “Recently, my Successor was found and merged with her wolf. She is the oldest of the next generation of Elders and she will become the Senior Elder. Her wolf,” Marcus smiled at the two bound men as they caught sight of Electra, “is the Gelert. Ladies and gentlemen, Elder Successor Electra.”

My team responded instantly. Aurora shadow walked directly behind an Elder and drove a silver blade through his back. Serena unleashed a spell that burned two Elders with violet fire. Owen and my mother working together brought down a third. Three Elders fell. Dead or dying. The ritual was falling apart. But the remaining ten Elders were furious now. They abandoned the ritual completely and focused all their power on us. "You have destroyed three thousand years of preparation!" the lead Elder roared. His form began to change, growing larger, more monstrous. "For that, you will suffer beyond imagining!"

Under the tree sat a man in a meditating positions, his white hairs were spread around him, his white dress remained clean even though he was sitting on the ground. The skin of his face was sagging because of his age, the man sensing our arrival opened his eyes. Baby blue eyes stared at us, no pupil, no whiteness, just blue glowing eyes. Elder Francis. The eldest of them all, having been living for more than 800 years, only 6 such ancient elders were surviving in today's date. Our pack was one of the blessed to have him. Elder Francis stands up flawlessly, he opens his right palm for his brown walking stick which flies to his hand from it's resting place by the tree trunk.

"Not all of them are Lucians and Aldrin. That's how we're still alive. If they had wanted to get rid of us immediately, they could have annihilated us without armies—could have undone existence altogether." Lilith exhaled a frustrated breath. "And what do you recommend that we do, Devon? March onto their land and politely ask them to leave us alone?" Devon's gaze turned sombre. "The last four elders are different from the others." I listened carefully. I didn’t know them but Devon seemed to. "Two of them don't like war," he continued. "They like to keep things in balance, not destroy.” Abbadon agreed. "The Ruler of the Sea and the Ruler of the Underworld."

She flipped some pages and leaned her face closer to the book as if her eyes couldn't see the letters written on that book, then her face turned stiff, something like she was reading something serious. "You see, your gift is very special, honey. It came not only from the Goddess, but from the four elders as well." "Elders?" I raised a brow in confusion. What I think about the elderly are the old leaders of our pack. "Yes, elders, but not the kind of elders that you are thinking about," she winked at me as if she had read my mind. "The elders that we witch call are the gods and goddesses of the supernatural world." "You mean those elders that built this world?" Hunter asked.

But I just figured that was another way that Heaven and Hell were different. I continued to compare and contrast the differences between Heaven and Hell, running my claws through my black hair. Heaven's gems were white or gold, and sins gradually turned them red. Hell's gems, from what I had seen and overheard once, were red and turned black with sin. And it seemed that gems weren't created through procreation as in Heaven. That was where Len came in. He was the main counsel elder, as his powers involved the creation and destruction of demon gems. He was a tall demon, about six foot seven, I'd guess. He had blonde hair and a blue streak on the right. Salax, well I wasn't quite clear on what

He sees them as source of nourishment and abstinence, nothing more, nothing less. "Is there something you would like to add, Derek?" Marcus sneered. I shook my head, struggling to compose myself from his absurd ranting, "Nothing, Marcus. Please continue." The Elders consisted of five powerful pure bloods; mainly Marcus, Rockilian, Talon, Connor and lastly, me.

Louis yelled as he went in pursuit of Leopold who had already started running. "Wast he not just talking about a prince's character now?" Fredrick's eyes bulged with disbelief. "They are now seventeen," Adrian patted Fredrick. "They are mature enough to be cunning and rebellious." "They shall never learn until father catches them," Fredrick said as followed in their direction. Adrian smiled widely as they left, showing his dentition. "I have never seen you smile like that," a female voice said. He looked around and saw Nefertiti approaching him with a smile and her court ladies behind her.

The first elder then said fiercely, "I accept defeat! Even if I die, it will not be at the hands of a tiny child like you!" The three old men used their collective power. Waves of energy poured from their bodies, breaking through Solan's pressure 'temporarily.' The pressure was not being lowered by Solan in any way... The three elders then drew their swords up and hacked them in the abdomen. The long blade pierced their bodies with a poof sound. They all spewed blood from their mouths and collapsed to the ground. When they observed this scene, the folks watching the show mumbled to themselves, "The Cloudmantle family is finished."