Celestial Wolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

“How can it be this serious if he barely even drank from her?” I let out a mental groan at his confusion and press down harder on the mental barrier. “You do not need to drink a mouthful to become addicted. All he could have done was taste a drop of blood from maybe when she wounded herself and it will still have the same effects. The blood of the Celestial Wolves are addictive , especially when said wolf is your mate.” “So what do we do now?”

I flip the page. "A Celestial Wolf can be identified by the silver birthmark on their body, usually on the left shoulder blade. This mark burns hot in the presence of their fated mate and glows silver under moonlight. Their powers manifest slowly, beginning in early adulthood with prophetic dreams and instinctive magic." The book nearly slips from my hands. The dreams of running as a wolf, the way doors slammed when I was angry, the way candles lit without flame, my birthmark burning around Valerian.

“What the hell is that?” The Sovereign answered weakly. “The first Alpha.” Silence crashed through the cavern. Then slowly— A gigantic skeletal wolf emerged from the abyss beneath the throne, larger than any creature alive, its ancient body wrapped in black chains glowing with Lunar symbols. Its silver eyes locked directly onto Aria. And bowed.

She asked him. Lydia folded her arms across her chest as she waited for him to give her a tangible explanation to his words. "I am Alpha Tristan, the Alpha of the shadow moon pack and the most feared Alpha. When the moon goddess placed a curse on my father and I, not only were we cursed but she blessed us with strength too. If I howl in my wolf form, I can bet you that they will come into formation," Tristan said.

Diesel said, knowing she couldn’t hear him. We are about half way home when I see six regular wolves come out from the trees ahead of us. Well, regular with the exception of their red glowing eyes. They are mangy looking and growling. They look just like the wolves that had attacked at Lexi’s house. I link my warriors and Lexi’s guardians. “ We have demonic wolves on the grounds. I have Lexi and Aiden with me. We need backup in case more show up. Protect Lexi, your Luna at all cost.” I said. I gave them the rough location of us then lowered myself to the ground. Lexi didn’t need to be told she just got down. “ Diesel, these are like the wolves I fought before. And there is more behind us. Th

He let out a half-laugh, then groaned. “Legendary huh?” Part of me felt like I should know who or what he was talking about, but I didn’t. “Crescent Wolf. The most feared and sought-after wolf that was said to have been blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.” Still, I didn’t know what he was talking about. I have never heard of such a wolf. Although it kind of made sense considering the way I grew up. I hadn’t exactly been privy to certain information, and it wasn’t like anyone ever really talked to me about things.

I moved slowly, heart pounding as I took in the truth written in fragments. The first Soulbinders had not been born, they had fallen from the stars, from the celestial gates. Ancient spirits given flesh, taking wolf form as their vessel on earth. My line was the last of them. The wolf inside me wasn’t dormant. It was simply… celestial. Not of this realm, not bound by the rules of the packs. Kane’s eyes were on me as I turned to the final mosaic. It was me. A woman cloaked in silver fire, hair like a living comet, eyes lit with stars. Standing in defiance before a black sun. And beside her…

The book lay open between them, the aged pages worn and delicate, the ink faded but still legible. The illustration stared back at them—two wolves beneath an eclipsed moon, one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. Selene traced the image with her fingertips, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “The Wolves of the Eclipse,” she murmured, repeating the words as if saying them aloud would somehow bring more clarity. Theoden leaned in beside her, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the text. “What does it say?”

My lips curled into a giggle. “Oh, Xareth… you didn’t just upset the packs.” More witches followed behind her, their chants thundering through the darkening skies. The Witches of Iskareth Hollow. And they were furious. He stepped away from me, lifting his arms and muttering dark incantations. His lips moved too quickly for mortal understanding. His eyes began to shimmer, shifting from ember-red to eerie emerald, and his hands lit up with a ghostly green glow. He was losing time, and he knew it. He had to extract the cursed wolf now, before reinforcements crashed through his gates. Before he lost everything.

“She even attracts a mythical wolf. This one is an Eclipser. The last of its kind was recorded a millennium ago.” He shook his head slowly, struggling to make sense of it. “No ordinary person could ever draw such a creature to their side. Yet here she is, clinging to it as if they were bound by fate.” The wolf, sensing his scrutiny, lifted its head and met Uriel’s gaze with eyes like twin eclipsed moons. There was no fear in them, only silent defiance—as if warning him not to come any closer. “Seriously—an Eclipser wolf and a mage who can wield water, fire, and earth? Just who are you truly, Althea?” Uriel muttered with a frown.