Novel & Cerita Mythical Zoan

“Ruhi is not a werewolf from the Twilight Pack, Beta Zoan.” Zoan, hearing such words, grew even angrier. “So you're willing to let someone's life be lost just because she's not a werewolf from the Twilight Pack? Don't you know that Ruhi has helped us?” Zoan gave the two warriors a sharp look and then directed his horse away. “I'll go find her.” The two warriors who had just been left behind by Zoan looked at each other. “Didn't we get that kind of sentence from him? Then why is he angry now?”

I immediately knew it was no other than Zane. I was stunned by his wolf’s beauty, he was absolutely gorgeous; even though he was covered in a little blood. He shifted in his human form, in front of me and OH BOY! Holy mother of all fucks! Zane in his human form was even more beautiful than his wolf form, he was a walking Adonis. The epitome of male beauty and strength. He oozed this sexy yet dangerous aura about him, suitable only for an Alpha. My gazed lowered and Motherfuc —

Her head tipped downward, tears streaming from her eyes. This was so wrong, but gods, this beast was incredible. Pee your knickers, dead faint, amazing. I couldn't look away. No human woman could physically mate with this thing, so I knew the legend was a lie. I could only hope the sacrifice of the claimed was quick and she didn't live with her terror for long. I continued staring, the magic swirling around me, heating my body.

“Because Artemis blessed our match. Every werewolf gets one mate—you’re mine and I’m yours. She’s our goddess and all knowing. If she believes in us, then we should believe in us too.” “But to me, that just sounds crazy.” I bit my lip. “I never even heard about a goddess called Artemis before, besides in Greek mythology. I definitely never heard of werewolves having a Moon Goddess. How can you be so sure that she even exists? How can you believe that any higher power exists?”

He was so arrogant that he wanted to show her that her best spells were nothing to him. "My turn, Whore!" Zayn growled. Suddenly, the sound of bones snapping filled the room. Zayn’s body began to grow. His expensive clothes ripped into shreds as thick, black fur sprouted from his skin. His face twisted and lengthened into a snout filled with rows of jagged teeth. I could feel it. That suffocating darkness emanating from the Wolf and the Witch could feel it too. . "Stay back! I am a daughter of a god!"

“You two clearly have a strong bond.” “Neither have I,” Greg chimes in through the link, beaming as he dusts himself off. “Well done, both of you.” Now that Greg is standing, I take in Zanthe properly for the first time. She’s massive, easily on track to be as large as Ladon once she’s fully grown. Her long legs still carry the gangly look of a juvenile, but that’s to be expected. Her coat, though—that’s what takes my breath away. She’s pure white, like freshly fallen snow, but there’s a subtle shimmer to her fur in the sunlight. I can only imagine how stunning she’ll look in moonlight. Her deep sapphire-blue eyes stand out starkly against her pristine coat, creating a striking contrast.

He would pay dearly for shooting my mate. Zeus was already coming up with some very creative punishments. My wolf was a bit twisted at times, but it was when shit like this happened. Thank fuck that she had an immunity to mercury or else she would have been dead many times over. We were not certain how that would work with our pups since they were hybrids. Imeela, Zeus, and I had gone back and forth about testing Zion just like all Precozas were. Zion was the one who was adamant about doing it. I swore that our boy was older than he looked at times. It turned out that he had immunity to mercury, and he was also immune to wolfsbane.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

"It seems I am in the right place! I wonder what other fantastical things I shall encounter." With all the enthusiasm of a faun in a field of clover, Zan marched through the forest jotting down sketches of all the plants and animals he found. The task quickly became overwhelming, and Zan finally settled on just recording the wildlife for the time being. He saw a rabbit with antlers, a turtle with a snake neck and tail, and at one point he could have sworn that he saw a tree move. But it was the land of magic, so anything was possible, right?