Novel & Cerita I Became A Zompirewolf

"We allowed you to play at the packhouse with the other kids, but after a few days, you would get a fever. We thought it was normal since most werewolf kids get sick easily since they don't have their wolf spirits yet. Still, they easily heal after a day of rest. It took you longer than that." "We asked Zinnia to help. She theorized it was because of your sudden exposure to the large amounts of werewolf mana and the gravity of knowing your origins. We asked her for help and she cured you each time it would happen. We've been investigating it ever since you were seven years old..." Mom drags on. "We've been asking ourselves how it could happen to you of most were-pups," Dad adds, now looking

And Cerberus completes looking at Zander in disbelief. . . . " This boy is ...death wolves.....Soul corona."

Then, before Jasper could respond, he added, “In fact, the only thing that you did become is a werewolf.” “Not exactly,” Jasper hesitantly said. “The werewolf genetics are the strongest in me, but the other two are in there on some level.” “You have zombie in you?” Marcus screeched. When Jasper slowly nodded, he continued by bellowing, “And vampire?” Jasper grinned and gave a light snort, “I’m a regular mutt.” Marcus moved to the nearest chair and dropped his backside onto it. “Who else knows?” he asked with a sigh of resignation.

The blood wolf begun to panic as his super sense were unable to track his target. “Weakling” A voice sounded from above him. His fur stood on its end while his brain sent thousands of warning signals. The blood wolf couldn’t think of anything else and could only cover his head with his paw. Alpha Broderick scoffed at his defense. His big fist landed heavily on the blood wolf’s head, generating a cracking sound as blood and white silvery liquid splashed out from its head. The impact from Alpha Broderick’s attack made the ground to cave in. As for the blood wolf, it reverted back to its human form, but its head was deformed beyond recognition.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

I was the second strongest werewolf after Alpha Archer in the Sinclaire Pack. I'll be hard to kill, even if they've been practicing for years. The fact that I am a powerful wolf also further enhances my image and makes me a feared wolf. At least I'm like a beast and cruel creature that has transformed. I felt like I could tear someone apart with just my bare teeth. Because I am Zelos Caelestus Cyrus. **** — Zelos — After killing all the warriors from other packs that dared to intrude on our territory, I returned to human form.

I sat at the table, ready to face whatever came. Zora, curious and hesitant, began to inquire, “How are you sure a werewolf is involved? Hunter told me you lost your wolf.” I looked at Hunter before answering. “I didn't lose my wolf, Zora. I still need to resolve that issue. Despite her not wanting to manifest, my sense of smell remains sharp.” Intrigued, Zora suggested, “Then why not track your children using your sense of smell?”

He grunted but didn't say a thing. "Overlord, here you are; we have been looking for you." A group of male and female werewolves walked out from the woods ahead. They were surprised to see the scene in front of them. They decided not to talk. "You are a rogue wolf, so welcome to the family. I'm Zulu," he declared. "Zulu!" The name rang a bell. Yes, now I remember, the tyrant Zulu. He was a very notorious rogue wolf known for committing many atrocities and crimes, including raping and murdering female wolves. No wonder his face looked familiar.

“That… is it possessed?” “This isn’t natural.” Harper’s smirk faltered, panic flashing in her eyes. Julian changed his tune instantly. “Baby, this is spirit interference in the house! You left because you were scared, didn’t you? I’ll burn it when we get home!” The judge turned to me. “Do you wish to reconcile?” “No,” I said without a pause. Victor stepped forward. “Please play the third folder.” On the screen, Julian knelt before the Plush Wolf Doll, holding out a bouquet of Blood Moon Roses—the ultimate mating pledge, symbol of a lifelong bond.

I breathed, completely confused as I stared at him. ​Zarek looked up at me and let out a low, breathless chuckle. He wiped a bit of flaking, dried blood from his jaw, a tiny smirk returning to his lips. "My mother is a pack healer," he explained, his voice still a little rough but completely steady now. "I inherited a little bit of her gift. So yeah... my body can heal itself a lot faster than a normal wolf." ​I let out a massive sigh of relief, setting the first-aid kit down on the nightstand. "Thank goodness," I muttered, my shoulders finally relaxing. "You really scared me down there."