Game Of Destiny Werewolf Novel Free の小説・ストーリー

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

' Go see to it then and give me a report when you are back . I rose from the chair and walked briskly out of his office . Alastair was already waiting outside . He pulled me and we went into my office together . ' It is an Epsilon . It is in the pack and it is not taking any time to move around . ' he said immediately we entered the office . ' What ? ' I replied surprised . Everyone knew it was rare for an Epsilon to turn up in the pack . An Epsilon is a werewolf whom sorrow has allowed the wolf instincts to supercede the human mind and it was infectious .

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

With gritted teeth and a cold gaze, his eyes shone a crimson red color and in the next instant, he was standing before the attackers. With just a punch, the one who had shot at him was sent flying several meters away and didn’t rise again. Madison just sat there with shock on her face. Her eyes stared at the back of the young man a distance away from her. Soon, he got to where she sat, and swooping her up, he began to run amidst howls behind them. Wolves? That was the first thought that Madison had as soon as she heard wolf howls. She was utterly confused as to how possible was it that a wolf could be found in such a city, not to talk of the numerous howls she heard just now.

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

It was like a call to her homeland, as if they wanted to take back what truly belonged to them. “Are you even hearing yourself?!” Nyles said in an exasperated tone. “We all know that Raul had destroyed the wizard kingdom and leveled all witch covens. Everyone in Vilinski says it, they know it. Draoidh was destroyed long ago. Its King and Queen disappeared and its prince?–he has turned to the dark side, he's known throughout Lorea as the demon wolf. We keep hearing how corrupt and ruthless that man is. He is like a pirate of Lorea who only plunders establishments. He is a paid assassin responsible for bloodshed and misery everywhere he has gone. He is nothing but evil that even Hades fears hi

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

I asked. There’s a top-secret report stored in Arches about the most powerful creature that ever crossed the Shadow Border. A massive black wolf managed to kill thirty-four soldiers guarding the frontier before he was finally stopped. It's believed he could tap into the minds of the wolves he fought, predicting every move the guard made. He was way bigger, stronger, and faster than any normal wolf. This happened nearly three centuries ago. The story of the zombie wolf was buried—sealed away from the public—because it might shake people’s faith in the Moon Goddess. But the legend of the fifth child, though erased from clan literature, still lived on in the books of the new moon, probably beca

"Quentin will sneak back today. Would you like to come with me to the airport to pick him up?" "Quentin?" The name struck a chord of familiarity, echoing the male protagonist from my harem novel. "Quentin Bennett? The famous star Quentin Bennett?" "Yes," the woman gently touched my forehead. "No fever." I possessed an unusually high level of acceptance. Blinking, I realized I must have transmigrated. So, the reason that awful book was covering my face when I died served a purpose! Before my demise, I had been telling Randy that I would sue Quentin Bennett for bigamy!

“Can you tell me how you got that necklace Daniella?.. “ He asked me, and I narrated everything for him, and even told him about the dreams I had been having. “Did you say white wolf?” “Yeah.. the wolf gave me the necklace, and said it was going to keep me safe till I was ready to face the truth.. although I didn’t understand what he said.” I told him, and he just sighed. “That explains why that man couldn’t come close to you.” He told me, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. “What do you mean Taylor? I also need to talk to Rider about everything happening.. I think it’s linked to this werewolf thing.” I told him, but before he could say anything, a call came through from his phone.