Ares Sacred Animal Novels & Stories

Since I have knowledge everyone in the pack has become adept at reminding me again and again what I was, more what I didn't want to be. In our herd there are priestesses the only ones who know how to handle completely the Chimera book, a book that keeps all the secrets of our herd, and the birth of the new species, is the only one of its kind. They are trained from an early age and then taken to the only place where they next to the book can be safe. The book chooses every fifty years five new priestesses girls who from an early age give signs of superior abilities and one of those precisely consists of being able to see an ancestral animal, the whiter the animal the greater the purity of it

"The sires?" "Yes, Hea-re-re. Oh, that means 'one who holds the future' in my native tongue. You see, we Hares can only make offspring with no-furs but it doesn't always go well. That's why there are so few of us. So, any new life forming and the ones guarding over their journey from dream to being here are sacred. The Captain is distraught over using you to serve." The almost Tawny-furred Hare scratched his ear with his hind leg. "We all are." "Oh, I see." Spitfire felt everything in his body turn inward, focusing on his womb.

"I’m not in the best mood to talk about anything right now." I turned to leave, but Terra grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop. "That pearl is sacred to Sigma, Miriam! You know this. It was designed specifically for Sigma females when they first get their wolves. It’s meant to help them control their extraordinary power. It’s not some common trinket to be used as a wolf-taming accessory. So why do you have it on her? You’ve gone too far this time."

Before I left, I had tasked them to find out the culprits responsible for killing the animals in the Sacred Forest. The Sacred Forest was located at the heart of the country and it possessed the purest spiritual energy across the entire land. It was rumored to be only place in the country the moon goddess resided when she roamed the world in her wolf form, making it holy beyond law or crown. As the Alpha King, it was my duty to guard the forest and ensure that it remain protected and unsullied. But things began to change about two months ago. "We have already sent countless men to patrol the Sacred Forest but they haven't been able to catch them," one of the elders spoke. "Perhaps if you cam

she repeated, voice thin. Zoran’s gaze dropped to the beast’s snout, streaked with a purplish line. He did not say more than that. Her eyes followed his, finally remembering the tales. Boars with purple-streaked snouts were one of the things regarded as sacred by the citadel men. Fuck. She pressed her palm hard against her brow and let out a frustrated groan. “Crap.” She pushed back her chair, muttering, “Fine. I’ll go hunt you a deer instead. Something…. proper. The cooks can—”

Nearby kids scampered away in fear. "Don't come near me!" Linda said, shooing him away with her hands. "I hate those creepy climbing things" "That's only a reptile". Seth, Josh's geeky friend ventured. He'd freckles all over his face. "Don't call it that". Chirag admonished. "This is an Iguana, one of the most sacred animals in India. No one is allowed to catch or eat them as is punishable by law". His Indian accent made his voice sound funny.

Gathering materials, plants and fruits, building and repairing houses and furniture and, the most important of them all, hunting. Hunting is almost a ritual here. Anything that comes directly from our Mother Jörð, the supreme deity in our culture and creator of the earth, is sacred. To kill an animal is one of the taboos that will cause an elf to fall, unless it is done properly and with the intention of eating it. “Do you want me to trace his mana? If he’s not that far I should be able to do it.” “No, Miss Agafya. You should not use your magic for such trivial matters.”

breathed the Tibetan mastiff mutant dazedly. Chu Xun looked up too, amazed. That must be a Sacred Relic capable of flying in the air. This was the first time he had seen one. Activating and manipulating Sacred Relics of this sort required skill in psychic force. Somebody on that ship must be a proficient user of that power. And Chu Xun only knew one sort of creature masterful enough in the use of psychic force: the Mustelid race. Chu Xun's eyes flared with covetousness. If the ship really did belong to the Mustelids, he could attack them and claim it for himself. Chu Xun never had any scruples in plundering his enemies of their belongings.

Whatever truth was behind her identity, she must know. “Sacred Emissary is a lost word in the history of all wolves, Tamara. It is never spoken, especially after what happened ten years ago. Right, after you are lost.” Shahara carefully explained – causing her brows to furrow. “Lost? What do you mean?” Tamara perplexedly inquired. Shahara firmly closed her eyes and let out a breathy sigh before staring softly into her dark brown almond-shaped eyes. “Sacred Emissaries are believingly the ones called by the Moon Goddess to fulfill some special missions. They could be a destined warrior, a sacrificial lamb… or a Royal Bloods’ mate.” Shahara seriously replied – making her eyes bulged in shock.

Sella said quietly, “neighboring packs gain legal grounds to challenge territorial authority, succession claims, and alliance protections.” Darius’s jaw tightened. “She is not a spectacle.” “No,” Sella agreed calmly. “But the packs already think she might be sacred.” That word hit Elara like cold water. Sacred. No. Absolutely not. She had spent her entire life invisible. Mocked. Dismissed. Unwanted. Sacred belonged to wolves like Lyria. Beautiful wolves. Chosen wolves. Not her. “I’m not some divine omen,” she said sharply. The room went quiet.