Romans & histoires Mythical Zoan

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

It all felt so confusing. "Technically, I live a certain lifespan and die so yes, I am mortal. But I'm not exactly human Zion. Just like you, there's no name for me. At least they have the courtesy to acknowledge you as a hybrid," A weak smile tugged at her lips, "you're confused, but you aren't mad or anything which is good." "How do you know I'm not mad?" I snorted. "Your, uh, body glows different colors according to your emotions. Its something only I can see," she replied honestly, her stomach grumbling as she said that.

Zeus had been young and a play boy then, so ofcourse he didn't look serious and no one except my cousins and I took him seriously. I had compensated zeus with the northern region, and he's turned it into a fortress. Ethos knows he cannot win a fight with Zeus. It’s just not possible. Zeus is a hybrid Lycan Vampire, with the pure bloodline of the first vampire family. Only a pure blooded Lygion can truly take him on. "Shut the fuck up Ethos." Nathan thundered and the air around us suddenly turned chilly. It was like the cold air was about to thaw.

It was as if he saw something in her that even she didn’t fully understand. “You have no idea what you're dealing with, Karina,” he said softly, his voice laced with the knowledge of a thousand years. “The Third Prince of Zorana isn’t just a king. He’s the rebirth of an entire world. And you… you are the one who will make it all possible.”

Enni's POV My heart pounded like a drum as I picked up the call from the mysterious lady, Zea. Her voice was hushed as if she held a secret of utmost importance. She wasted no time, urging me to meet her at a specified location within a mere two hours. The question echoed in my mind: What could this meeting possibly entail? Would it be a perilous adventure or an exhilarating experience? I tried to rein in my imagination, but my thoughts spiralled out of control, refusing to be tamed.

Zane hugged him, then patted his back a little, before finally releasing him. He turned away, then left the room. Zane gave a small sigh and swallowed, his eyes trained to his feet. Only a human can bring forth his wolf after it leaves him tonight. And he needs her as a human. The night suddenly grew close, and the moon stood, shielded away behind the clouds like a shy maiden. Zane stood tall in the ring of fire, his usual coat around him, his hair left to dance with the wind. His blood red eyes watched the moon as the priestess went around the circle, sprinkling something and chanting incantations.

I shook my head and said nothing. “Zoe, don’t you think it’s so awkward that despite my beauty, the Luna still fancies you over me?” Her voice was cruel, aimed to hurt. I didn’t respond. How could I? Knowing the future I was trying to circumvent. “What do you even have that I don’t, eh? I dare say I am way better looking than you. I am a silver wolf. A rare breed. Don’t you see?” She veered around to face me, unwrapping her towel for me to admire her bodice.

Charges of sparking electric currents ran through her red hair. “You’re not the best! You have no control over your powers! You are basically too much for me!” Kieth snapped. Zosha’s eyes beaded with teardrops. “Not again!” Kieth grunted, rolling his eyes. I peered at Zosha, barely keeping my astonishment. Zosha was a shapeshifting cat. I couldn’t believe I was standing beside one. I had only heard rumors about them in the earthly realm. They were considered a myth there.

"I have been with you for over a year, protecting and enforcing your will, but you have not given me what I wanted all along, -- some pups for fuck's sake." “You have been barren still, and you’ve only had me here to fulfill your intense sexual desires. Well, that was fun while it lasted, but I just can't keep up with that anymore. I don’t even know why I’m saying this much…” Zora yelped. “… but now, I know what I need to do. I need to build my army of warriors -- werelions, equal to me. I’m tired of being the only one with this special ability. So, since I haven't found any of my kind. I want ten fresh female species of the best conditions, lined up to be taken to my den, tomorrow at midnig

Zahra sighs, and the anxiety spikes. “You are both my mates.” The words hang in the air for a moment, and then joy and relief strengthen as I realise what she’s said. Fuck. I don’t need to know anything else. She’s my mate. After all this time, after everything, she’s my fucking mate. I smile. I can’t help it. But Max frowns, looking from me to Zahra. “But how? Only multiple births share mates.” Zahra inhales deeply. “I’ll tell you more later, but right now you should know the Moon Goddess herself has told me I’ll have multiple mates. Zanthe confirms it. It’s to do with me being a white wolf.”