Elden Ring Werewolf Knight Novels & Stories

The cathedral had fallen so silent I could hear the soft fluttering of candle flames. Theo's eyes shone with emotion, his usual regal composure softened into something more vulnerable, more human. The minister stepped forward again, a silver tray in his hands bearing two rings - white gold bands engraved with symbols that blended Lycan and werewolf traditions.

The crown glittered so bright as it was brought in. Zenith's fist curled. He was going to disappoint his father. Never has a werewolf ever worn the Lycan Crown, Never! Not in history. A muscle in his jaw ticked at the thought alone. Stopping right before them, Selda rose up and went to collect it from them. She carried it and went to meet Zenith. She knelt before him and their eyes locked. A smirk played at the edge of her lips and her Wolf moved onto the surface, her eyes turned blue, and his beast snarled at her audacity. Flinching a bit, the tray almost fell to the ground, her wolf recoiled back in fear.

I pass the axolytol pool, glowing in the moonlight with all the different colors of the animals sleeping in the pond. As I get deeper into the woods, I hear more shuffling sounds, startled animals bolting away from me. We have deer here, similar to humans, but our deer are more majestic. The leader of our herd is the Ceryneian Hind, the deer of the humans’ Greek mythology. She has antlers of gold and hooves of brass. Her coat is a dappled color and she is fast, faster than almost any animal in our forest, with the notable exception of Dominic, our resident Alpha werewolf and Lucero, the only Unicorn in existence. She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon.

“She’s a werewolf hunter. Jones hired her to come after you and the rest of the pack.” I stopped, looking at him with shock. “Really?” I started laughing. “She has no idea what she’s getting into, does she?” Earl shook his head. “I think we need to take this one seriously,” he said. “She’s the best out there. Took out Danny Elliot yesterday.” I was impressed. Danny Elliot was a bad wolf who took great pleasure in stealing as much money from humans as he could. There were rumors he would torture them a little if they were reluctant to “invest” in him.

“You know it, don't you?” “Cryptic.” Elder Marlene acknowledged tersely, speaking impartially, “Quite ambiguous. It could be any other vicennial Alpha.” “Oh, don't you mock me. Don't pretend you don't know about their ring-a-ding-up bond,” Connery remarked snidely at the witch. “She confessed. She is the red wolf. What more do you want?”

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

"Your Highness, they are ready for you." Aiden nodded and walked out of the room, with Richard closely behind him. As usual, he got into the middle car of the convoy, and they began the journey to the Werewolf capital. (•) Sia Five relics; The Crown, The Witches' Circle, The Flame Ring, Crone's Eye, and The Stone Of Tears. Each of the five main kingdoms had one each and they were satisfied with each of them. The Wolves possessed The Crown, The Vampires had The Flame Ring, the Trolls had Crone's Eye, The Witches had The Witches' Circle and the Fay had The Stone Of Tears.

And the moment their gazes met, Reinhard was completely speechless. Reinhard removed his hand from the person's shoulder. That person left, leaving Reinhard, who was still speechless. The moment their gazes met, even at a glance, Reinhard knew that person was no ordinary werewolf. He is a werewolf but has a pretty strong vampire aura in his body. And there was one more thing that made Reinhard speechless. That person was the only werewolf warrior who had a necklace with the letter S engraved on it.

My breath stills. "Luna!" The werewolf slides right off. He shifts mid fall, leaving a giant dent in the tiles when his burly wolf lands. All around, werewolves and Eld fight, blood coating the floor. A wolf sinks its canines into the neck of one of Elenora's men, ripping it clean from his body. The decapitated head has barely hit the tiles before a boulder smashes into the wolf's skull, eliciting an chilling roar.

Four hundred wolves raised their cups. Two guards carried up a wooden chest. They opened it. Inside were Elf light-wings — hundreds of pairs. The pair on top had a silver-blue base — the color of my aunt's bloodline. Ophelia walked over, drew that pair out, and held them up toward the fire. "As Luna, I offer these to the Moon Goddess." I lunged. My open hand caught her across the face. Damien's Alpha-aura crashed down. I was thrown back against the stone pillar of the altar and coughed up blood.