Novel & Cerita Greek Mythology Wolves

I tell her as I smile at thought about running through the forest. Luna, will you tell me who I am? Ever since last night I have felt different. I know you know more about who I am and what I am becoming. I huff as I try to think about where to start. "Okay before I do that, I need to tell you a story. The story of the first wolf. I know you did not go to school like other pups so I will give you a history lesson. It starts with the moon goddess of course. Many think this is just a myth, but the Moon Goddess was a witch. I know the story that is taught is that she has always been a goddess that took favor with us and blessed certain humans with wolves but that is not true. The Moon Goddess w

Her voice cracked as she demanded, “What the hell do you mean by that? Sacrifices of what? Of who?” Ashton turned to her, his expression unflinching. “Witches aren’t the only ones with magic running through their veins,” he replied. Caroline’s brow furrowed, her voice rising with disbelief. “Stop talking in riddles, Ashton! What the hell are you trying to say?” His lips curved into something between a smirk and a grimace. “Wolves,” he said simply. “Wolves are not just animals. They are mythical creatures, born from the essence of the moon goddess herself.”

I suddenly remembered Reginald. I glanced at her again, "Where is Reginald? He will not like these lies you are telling and I do not believe you. You are just using me against them." "The werewolf and the witch cannot be together because they have always been mortal enemies since ancient." She said seriously.

Milo says and I groaned. "I don't want to think anymore, this isn't fun," I groaned. "Fine, don't think," he says hugging me tight again. "It's not fair that you keep hugging me, you don't know me," I whined. "The goddess trusts you enough to hand you, my soul, I know you enough, and you love being hugged," Milo answers me. "What goddess?" I ask him next. "The goddess of the moon Celine, she's the one who picks the wolf's soul and decides who to give it over to, and we trust her, and if she gave you my soul, I should trust her," he says and I nod, that was interesting.

God help us when we are in one. Harper faintly smiled at my question. "Aiden told you?" I had no idea how much Harper knew about Aiden's visit to my house, so I just nodded. He took a deep breath before looking into my eyes and saying the words. "We wolves worship the moon goddess because we believe we are the descendants of the moon. I don't know how much of it's true, I'm just telling you what I know." I nodded, silently urging him to continue. "We believe that the goddess pairs every wolf to their other half, otherwise called as a mate. We are supposed to live our lives loving them and cherishing them."

Iris flinched in protest, but I sent her a gentling look before turning back to him. “Folk tales? The Goddess is the source of all wolves’ strength, the power that binds a Pack together, the source of strength that guides us on the hunt. She defends our identity and guides us to our best future. To attack me is to attack the Goddess, and to attack the Goddess is to attack the very heart and soul of all wolves.” “Like most bullshit, you use very pretty words, but it’s still bullshit,” he said. I looked at him, seeing him through the Goddess’s eyes.

Both of us wide eyed and confused, Did he know something? Long ago,” he began, “when wolves were first created by the Moon Goddess, there were two types. The Lycanthropes—what you know as werewolves today—and the Spirit Wolves. The Lycanthropes were gifted to certain bloodlines, and over time, they found each other, forming packs and growing stronger together. But the Spirit Wolves—those are a different story.”

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

Then I flipped the page. There was a divider after the picture with 'Familial Lineage' stamped onto it. I turned the divider and found a family tree spread out over multiple pages. A lot of the names I recognized as some of the most powerful and well-known wolves in history. Ending, of course, with King Fenrir of the Lycans. After him it just said 'Moon Goddess'.