Novel & Cerita Primordial Werewolf

This was the birthplace of our species, the cradle of all werewolves. A low growl rumbled through the forest, shaking the ground beneath my feet. I turned slowly, my heart pounding, to face the source. There, emerging from the shadows, was the largest wolf I'd ever seen. Its fur was a swirling pattern of midnight black and starlight silver, its eyes gleaming with an intelligence far beyond any mortal creature. This was the spirit of the First Wolf, the progenitor of our entire race. "You seek power, young Alpha," its voice resonated in my mind, ancient and terrible. "But are you prepared for the cost?"

Why were the Elders trying to make the entire werewolf world believe that the primordials were extinct. "Long, long ago, the Elders were a bunch of werewolves we turned and created, but those ungrateful mutts hated the idea of how powerful we Primordial lycans were so they managed to convince the entire werewolves population that we were a threat and so we became enemies.

“If Dreadborn were to get inside your head and bend your mind to his will, we’d all be damned.” I’m about to press for more when Rakim waves a hand in exasperation. “Not to spoil the whole folklore thing going on here, but how does any of this explain the freakin’ body we saw?” “That’s the thing, Rakim,” Shane says, turning to him. “Just as a Primordial can mark and give a wolf to a human, it can also rip out and absorb the essence of one’s wolf—like the kid.” He leans back into his chair. “And you know what happens when the wolf is separated from the human.”

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

“I think it’s high time we know what we really are…” I hummed in response as I turned the first page and together, we started reading. ‘Primordials are the most powerful werewolves to have ever existed and no werewolf can match their power except Lycans. They are almost identical to Lycans but unlike Lycans, they have two wolves within them. They have unique powers and enhanced senses which can detect anything which even ordinary werewolves normally miss to catch…’ The more we read, the more our heart rate sped up as we came down to one final conclusion. “We are actually primordial werewolves.” Lucas stated what was repeatedly crossing my mind once we were done reading.

I didn’t know what he was talking about but still stood there to find if it’s something I should know about. “Primordial are the kind of werewolves no one want to be near with. You can imagine where this is going because you live with her…” my eyes went wide as he mentioned Aurora, “It would be dumb of you to not notice the powers she has, like killing people on spree, healing quickly than even a Lycan… the greatest of all, can kill even a Lycan, ha-ha, isn’t is funny?” He muttered walking around me; he might be just making things up. It’s not that I didn’t notice but I tried to neglect those facts about her. Those corpses in the forest and at the mansion, it was her and I knew it.

Johnathan grimaced. “How would I be a threat? I’m just a werewolf, and I just recently learned that by the way” I chuckled at my own cluelessness. “Have you noticed how you’re stronger than the other wolves? Honey everyone will know when you shift, it’s in our history books. You’ll be stronger as you learn more about who you are, what you’re destined for. Once the blood moon rises after you turn 18 you’ll change and be the strongest wolf in a millennium. You’re a descendant from the first primordial werewolf LunaMarie, daughter of the moon goddess Diana. You are a primordial. Me and you’re dad are Alphas, but we denied our duties and gave our pack to Alpha Wya

” “It was thanks to Radu the Handsome that made a deal with the Moon Goddess. She made the first werewolf.” “Yes, that’s true. But it is more to the story than you know. She had a silver wolf that she loved dearly. When Father Radu asked the Moon Goddess for help, her precious silver wolf has been mortally injured. She helped Father Radu, but he had to bind his soul to the wolf's one. She took both of them to an ancient altar, putting both of them on top of it, one next to another. Using magic unknown to us, she took both of them, and the silver wolf was absorbed into Father Radu's body. Thus man and beast became one, Radu becoming the first werewolf. The silver wolf is known as the First Wo

However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow. Suddenly, my pup trembled violently, and an ancient, soul-stirring, and terrifying roar echoed. With the awakening complete, a golden paw emerged, sharp claws glinting. Then, a tiny werewolf head peeked out. “Mother!” The voice was small but clear, and two round, bright eyes stared directly at me. I flinched at the sudden call, and Kaeren appeared beside me as well. The little pup stretched, its golden fur patterned with sacred silver markings—the legendary emblem of the Primordial Lycan!

a voice boomed, echoing like an avalanche. Elara turned. Standing among the bone-trees was a wolf the size of a mountain. Its fur was a tapestry of stars, and its eyes were twin suns. This wasn't a shifter; this was the Primordial Alpha, the source of the Berserker flame before the Council ever touched a vial. "Where am I?" Elara asked. Her voice didn't chime; it felt ancient.