Novel & Cerita Naruto Wolf Bloodline Fanfiction

"What about my brother? he's a werewolf too." "Think about his special ability. it's mindreading. what if he founded the murderer with his special ability? When i got to the scene, he was already stabbed by that murderer, right? it's like he knows everything about them and when they kill their victims he can see it in his head."

So do I. His father stared at him for a long moment. Then he sighed. The Silver Bloodline was one of the oldest werewolf bloodlines in existence. Ryan listened carefully as his father continued. Your ancestors were not ordinary wolves. They could command other wolves without forcing them. Their blood carried an ability that made even Alphas submit. That was why they were feared. Ryan’s face tightened. And my family? His father looked toward the hunters. They wanted your blood. A sudden growl came from behind them. Ryan turned. One of the hunters had moved closer to Betty. Before Ryan could think, his body moved. He crossed the distance between them in a heartbeat and grabbed the wolf by the

Bright red blood seeps out of the long wound in his side. A ferocious growl echoes across the battlefield, ripped from my throat. Wolves pause a glance around, but I'm already jumping forward. I shift midair, my body transforming into that of my large black wolf. My paws hit the ground with a thud, muffled by the blood pounding in my ears. I feel Enar's rage mixing with my own, threatening to overtake both of us.

Nicholas walked through the battlefield and stood before the limping Naster. “Is this all you got? Naster Fangs? Aren’t you the prideful product of science and nature?” Nicholas taunted. “Show me your true color murderer.” Naster could feel his blood boil in anger as he screamed in pain, his body burning, and soon lost his sanity as the soul of countless wolves took over his body.

The scent of blood and sweat mingled in the air, a haunting reminder of the battle that waged on. "Why are you here, Luna?" Alex, one of the commanders of our pack's warriors, called out to me amidst the chaos. His eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and concern as he took in my determined expression. "I am a white wolf, Alex," I replied, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "I can fight." Without hesitation, I shifted into my wolf form, feeling the familiar surge of power as my body transformed. Now, in my wolf form, I could communicate with the rest of the pack through the mind link, our thoughts merging into a collective consciousness.

“Keep my Luna’s name off your tongue if you want to keep it.” “Your Luna?” He coughs around my grip. “She isn’t marked. She isn’t yours. You can’t tame that blood — it’ll drown us all.” He’s right about one thing: her blood will drown someone. But not me. I tighten my hold until his skin bruises under my thumb. My wolf pushes forward, urging me to rip out his throat now — end the whispering before it festers. But I don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my teeth.

Flashbacks: he picking bluebells for me, comforting me after nightmares. So when the dark magic-twisted bear charged at Felix, my "white wolf bloodline" instincts overrode fear. I shoved him aside…then darkness, and the agony of a shattered soul. I woke to pack Doctor Aelwyn’s grave sigh: "Little one…too deep a wound. Your wolf soul…the ability to shift…memory, direction…" He didn’t finish, but his silence was a death sentence. I was sixteen, newly aware of my bloodline’s political weight and my arranged fate with Felix. The Sables compensated, reaffirming: At adulthood, Felix will make me Luna.

His eyes moved away from mine. “Yes.” Anger rose in my chest. “Three years I have lived in this pack, three years I stand beside you as Luna. And you are telling me now that my wolf is not normal?” Kael ran his hand through his hair. “You were never meant to find out.” My hands shook. “Then start explaining.” He then stepped closer. “There are bloodlines in the werewolf world.” “I know that.” “Some are stronger than others.” I folded my arms. “And?”

"At the festival, I sensed something was off about the pup's aura. Now, it's time for the truth." As Rowena watched in horror, the examiner stepped forward and pricked Lucas's finger with a silver needle. A drop of blood floated in the air. Under a spell, it separated into two distinct wolf auras. One was mine. The other belonged to a different, powerful Alpha. "A dual bloodline?" an elder gasped. "How is that possible!" Simon's gaze was ice. "She used blood magic to weave your aura into the pup’s own, masking its true parentage and passing it off as a pure-blooded heir of Black Moon."

My voice shook. “Why would she do that?” Nyx turned and began walking toward the center of the Hollow. “Because your wolf carries the full force of the Dawn Bloodline.” Mira and I followed. Silver symbols began glowing under the mist. Nyx stepped into the center. “If your wolf had awakened too early, the power would have destroyed your body.” I stared at her. “All this time… I had a wolf inside me.” “Yes.”“Then why have I never felt it?” Nyx lifted one hand.