Novel & Cerita Millennium Werewolves

Pascal responded "no, you are being followed by the vampires, be careful" Jack Rich's face darkened "I am sorry, I wasn't aware, I will be more careful, next time" Pascal didn't pursue the matter anymore "any news?" he asked immediately. "Yes, I was able to track down some werewolves in the City, they are very few, only one thousand werewolves," Jack Rich told Pascal. Pascal wasn't surprised "that is huge, and how many packs are there in the City?" he inquired. "None, the vampires get rid of any Alpha immediately, they rule the City, and they are not ready to share it with the werewolves, when are you coming out of isolation?" Jack Rich asked with expectation.

“Yes. Tyler and all the billionaires here. They are werewolves. And we, the ‘sacrificed’ women’s duty, are tasked to give them children as their fellow female werewolves can’t bear them a child if the father is also a werewolf. It must be a werewolf and a mortal in order to conceive another werewolf.” A sigh just came out from me. Maybe because it’s the only thing my body could do after all the revelation I just found out, as well as the pain in my whole body that was still lingering in my bones. She mentioned the wedding. Not too bad to be married to a wealthy talking doggy at the age of eighteen anyway. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Well, I am—” “Melissa!” shouted a shirtless honey-haired

“The answer to your question is yes,” Mr. Morgenstern said. Hannah and I glanced at each other before turning back to him. It felt good to be prove right. “Werewolves exist and there are a lot of them in this town,” he continued. His wife slipped her dainty hand into his. They were seated on a loveseat couch while the three of us were on a four sitter opposite theirs. Mrs. Morgenstern seemed like the perfect stepford wife who did nothing but care for her husband and the family. “In fact, there are more supernatural beings than humans in this town.”

"As I mentioned before, there were seven werewolf packs before Andrew and the Queen ruled together. Lycans are the strongest, essentially the royalties of our time. Elemental wolves are the offspring of a werewolf mating with a witch. Crescent wolves only shift when there's a full moon. Cursed wolves could have been normal shifters if it weren't for the fact that they lose self-control over their wolves during a full moon, red moon, or blue moon. Pack wolves, like your previous pack, live under the rules of an alpha. Rogues used to live together but without following the pack's rules. They don't follow an alpha and prefer to be individuals.

I don't really mind telling them about my wolf problem, but when it comes to family-related problems, I don't want to drag them into it. "Even so. It only happens on rare occasions. The wolf spirits remain dormant at a werewolf's birth. The magical core of the werewolf is the vessel of the wolf spirits. When the werewolf comes of age where their magical core is mature enough, that's usually when young werewolves reach sixteen to eighteen years old, a werewolf spirit will merge with their magical core. Sometimes, this can happen forcibly and that's when the werewolf shifts into a full wolf. To prevent that from happening, the shifting ritual was created. This is why there are steps to the shi

CHAPTER 38 Consequence It all dawned to me. What danger I put myself into. The Luna’s midnight battle is almost a rite. It’s a ritual between the wolves whenever they will have this misunderstanding. In the form of wolves, they will fight until one opponent surrender or… dies. It’s not just a simple clash, it’s a bloody class that we, werewolves do in order to make peace between a large issue.

Their dwellings are just below, others are on the side of the stairs to and down the shrine. As they passed by the pack’s houses, every werewolf bowed to them. Well, all of them know about the tragedy that has happened 18 years ago. When Fenris and the others arrived at the shrine earlier, the altar was almost full of flowers. It must have come from his pack. Until they get to the end where the big house is, where Alpha, Beta, Gamma and the Fenris’ family live. Fenris approached his father and mother and rest each of his arms on their shoulder, as he gently caress their back.

The old wolves shifted where they stood. "That symbol," Theron said slowly, "belongs to an evolving hybrid." The words hit like ice water. "An evolving hybrid," he repeated. "A werewolf born with both bloodlines who undergoes a second transformation. It happens once in a century, if that. Before evolving, the hybrid is trapped between two natures, neither fully in control. But once the evolution begins, everything shifts. The body strengthens. Instincts sharpen. Power rises. And the world begins to notice."

One afternoon, the sky turned orange, every screen went black, and people started screaming. Then the screaming turned into howling. The radiation woke up a dormant gene … the LYCAN-1 gene … in half the population. Turned them into werewolves during rage or fear. Half the people you knew became monsters overnight. My mother was one of them. The war between humans and wolves lasted thirteen years. It ended two years ago, but peace was just a nicer word for surrender.

"What do you think you'll transform into this time?" His two friends laughed loudly. "A flea wolf!" "A forest rat!" "Hahaha!" Raven gritted his teeth. It hurt. Not from the push. But because they might be right. Tomorrow was a very important day. The Blood Moon Festival only happens once every five years. On that night, the moon's energy reached its peak. Teenagers who had turned eighteen would undergo a ritual to awaken their true powers. Some became Betas. Some became Gammas. A few talented ones might even become Alphas. It all depended on each werewolf's abilities.