God Of Wolves Mga Nobela at Kwento

He slumped in his chair as he leaned back. “We’re lucky to be single.” Justice met Tiger’s steady gaze. “Are we? I think Fury would disagree. His Ellie is worth it to him. Their love is true.” “Yeah. You have a point but so do I.” Tiger grinned. “Let’s make a pact. We won’t tell anyone if we ever fall for a woman from the outside. Between humans thinking we’re twisted bastards who brainwash women into being with us and our own kind watching us to see what happens when we are with humans, let’s skip it and keep it on

“This was the town of the wolves, and now Matt was attacked by one after so many years without wolves. What do you believe, Everett?” He eyed her curiously and sighed. “I love wolves. I see them as protectors of the forest. Maybe it was diseased ones that went after my mom and Matt. Wolves don’t go after humans.” He paused and seemed to consider his next words carefully. “Most religions had a deity with the form or familiar of wolves. It makes sense that they’d be more protectors.”

Shyfter warned. "Kit, Tristan, and I are the Eldest wolves of the 7 packs, we know more about the life of a wolf. We had to learn the Trinity when writing and I were waiting for Tristan to pop up,and be our 3rd. Now our Trinity is complete and we should be able to handle it ourselves." Rex explained.

I replied, staring at him intently. “A goddess wolf is a descendant who comes once in every million years. They are beautiful wolves with unique powers and appearance, mainly their white furs and additional ring of fire around their heads, made of another color. The last one to be seen was said to have a blue color around her neck. This is all I know, good night.” He replied and turned around. I scoffed. “Goodnight? Is this some joke, Alpha? You just told me I’m a damn goddess wolf and you expect me to believe your lie?” I demanded and he scoffed.

To fill this void inside my chest. This only made my obsession become stronger. I used to be the God of war, I don’t lose to a couple of red-colored wolves. I didn’t know back then, that they were descendants of the goddess herself. I was blinded by rage and this uncontrollable need for power. I rallied the wolves against the red wolves clan. Building an army that no one had ever seen. We attacked during the most sacred day for the wolves. The wolf moon, the first full moon of a new year.

I’d better not waste my chance then. “Okay. Um . . . so, why do wolves’ eyes in your pack turn silver? No other pack has done that before,” I asked, motioning my hand to my eyes. I turned my full attention to him, not wanting to miss any indication or clue. He clenched his jaw before he relaxed completely. He shifted his expression to his usual cold look as if he was bored. “Because no other pack is led by a god. My wolves call upon my strength when in battle, on a mission, or just to show their spiritual respect to me,” he answered.

Gods, I must look as confident as I sound because Luka smiles and slaps my back. “It will be good to have you back, Creed,” he says before walking away from me without knowing just how absolutely fucking nervous I am. The pack has never had a white wolf lead; all Volkov Alphas had wolves as black as obsidian. So why did the Wolf God decide I should be different? My eyes widen when I realize what I had just said…my father is the Wolf God; he has dominion over all our spirits and would have known I received Nocte before I even met him. The Wolf God blesses us with the wolf spirit which is more compatible with our strengths.

Cole and Owin stepped away from the almost lifeless body of the grey wolf. "We won't forgive you for defying the Moon Goddess," Wesley lifted his snout bitterly. Edgar glared ferociously with his bloodshot eyes. "This is not the end." Slapping Oscar on Wesley's back, the two Alphas ran off, howling to their packs to retreat. As the wolves cleared, his own pack gathered to exchange hugs of relief. Cole turned to Owin and asked about the light and the strange occurrence. The spiky-haired Gamma pointed to a cliff above them and cried with his bright smile, "It was Dove! I don't know how she did it but we healed twice as fast."

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

It was my mother’s voice, echoing through the neural link one last time. "Thank you for the data, darling. The Purge was just the beginning. Now, let's see how your rebels handle the 'God-Wolf' I just built with your frequency." A massive explosion rocked the Hive. The tunnel doors were torn off their hinges not by a bomb, but by a hand. A massive, white-furred beast stepped into the red light—it looked like Dante’s Void-Wolf, but it had Elena’s white-gold eyes and Silas’s lethal smile.