Novel & Cerita Chaos Wolf

APRIL'S POV A savage growl ripped through the space in my mind coming from Raya. “YES!!! FINALLY A FIGHT!!” The sound alone from Raya’s growl was enough to shake the entire space inside my mind. Inside my head was like a whole empty world entirely containing five wolves and they weren't the quiet type. They were the Chaotic type. One could say I was going mad in a kind of way. Because there was no fucking way this was normal.

Rage and loss filled my body, transferring more energy into my storm. Ghost whimpered behind me. My emotions had disrupted his fight, and the large gray wolf took advantage, getting on top of him and snapping his back leg with its powerful jaws. Before I could move, an impressive salt and pepper-colored wolf sealed its jaws on the great grey wolf’s neck. Ghost disappeared while an aggressive fight continued. The two wolves were evenly matched, showing their lethal moves quickly.

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

It was chaos incarnate. I dove forward, fangs flashing, claws extended, slashing through a swarm of shadow wolves he had conjured. They were illusions, but they struck with reality—pain, weight, and bite. I snapped through them, energy crackling as my wolf fully embraced the fight, unbound, untamed. Dresden was beside me, teeth snapping, energy blasting from his form, his wolf roaring with every strike. Together, we were chaos against chaos, fury against fury. And then, the unthinkable happened.

The wolf lifted his head and licked his lips as he looked at me with emerald eyes without any trace of the James I knew. At that moment I realized that our wolves were at the peak of control. We were pure bestiality incarnate. A state unknown even to me and that left me well below the veil, but gave me tremendous spiritual balance. That is what our wolves possess. There are times when we need a bit of chaos in order to be in order. Nothing is always good and right. It is natural to explore this too.

But I didn’t care; I wouldn’t play the part of their puppet any longer. An almighty Roar ripped through the air, making us all stop and stare. Storm had Chaos pinned, snarling right in his face; Chaos whimpered like a little pup below him, blood pouring from many wounds gifted to him by Storm. Yet Storm bores only one, and it was minor. “Storm, Jacob, whichever one of you will bloody listen, let that useless fool up; he’s not worth your time,” I called. And to my surprise, he growled one last time before pushing himself off the lesser wolf beneath him.

After a lot of internal deliberation, Logan decided to wait for the person to come back, then capture the person and demand information. He pointed the flashlight back up and continued looking at the rest of the inscriptions and drawings. The rest of the writings looked ancient and foreign, like Sanskrit, Logan thought. On the other hand, the rest of the drawings were very easy to decipher. They depicted several battles between the rogue wolf pack and other packs, usually ending in the pack's surrender. However, some drawings depicted a strange wolf. This wolf stood out from the others because it was drawn with white paint. The first few drawings of the white wolf showed it walking with two

The second man spoke. "What are you gonna do? No matter what you do, you won't be able to break my spirit, I'll always fight back." I challenged them. "The one thing that makes werewolves a worthy opponent is the fact that they're so confident in their wolf spirits. Your wolf basically gives you your power and without it, you would be nothing. That's exactly why we'll enjoy taking away your wolf." The cloaked man finally spoke again. The words dropped on my ears like bombshells. I was left dumbstruck for a few minutes but I quickly recovered and scowled at them. They had to be joking, they're just trying to scare me.

It hit like a tidal wave, dragging me under all over again. I forced myself to stand, weak and shivering. As I turned toward the mirror, something caught my eye, just for a moment. My wolf was there, but not like any I’d ever seen, she was massive, jet black, darker than night, darker than death itself. Her eyes burned like fire, vivid orange flames dancing in a soulless void. I screamed and stumbled backward, crashing to the floor, my heart pounding like war drums. When I dared to look again, she was gone. Only my own reflection stared back, shaken. What are you? I thought, clutching my chest.

The wolf goes from attack to submissive more than once which showed us that he doesn’t want to fight but Yanik is making him do it. The wolf turns and looks at me and it’s left eye is tar black while the other is brown, this guy has been cursed ( Kavi, charge him and hold him around his neck so he’d submit I need to get his eye ) < his eye? What on earth for? > ( his left eye has a curse which is probably why he’s the way he is, just make him submit but don’t kill him )