Novel & Cerita Purple Werewolf

Water, fire, earth, air, and shadows are the main categories for witches. Within each category, there are subsets that follow the rules of that main branch element. Sometimes, witches are born with more than one element they can control, or they can use all subsets within one element. Even so, all witches auras are usually purple in color, and we smell of lavender, most times. Depending on the person, the aura color can be darker or lighter. The darker the aura, the stronger the person and vice versa. There are other species like Vampires whose auras are usually black or fairies whose auras are usually yellowish orange. Not everyone can see or distinguish anothers aura. I've been blessed wi

I asked, finding it hard to believe. "Yeah, because I am one." Derek told an unbelievable truth... "No! You're a human like myself." Ilet go of my wooden spoon... "Really? Then tell me what happened last night was ordinary.". He left me to answer, but when I couldn't give any response, he continued, "Sarah, I am a Werewolf, but I am cursed, and I need an antidote to cure me from losing myself.". . He looked at Justin with a sad counterance. I wasn't understanding anything, and so I asked, "What curse? And what was the ritual for?".I asked him another question...

Her hair elongated, changing from its black color into a very dark shade of purple, and she opened her eyes, revealing its bright purple color. This was her own version of the half-way transformation of the werewolves. She roared loudly, revealing her blood-thirsty fangs, and bright purple flames enveloped her entire body and shot into the sky. She then launched toward the large group of artificials, and they came at her from random directions.

It’s Queen Seraphina’s voice that cuts through the silence, even and measured. “The purple irises,” she begins, her tone laced with reverence, “are more than just flowers, Elara. They are tied to the very life force of every werewolf in the Blackwell line. On the eighteenth birthday, when a werewolf first bonds with their wolf spirit, these irises are given as part of the ritual. They bloom only when touched by the energy of a wolf’s soul.”

As we begin to close the distance, two more wolves jump out from the trees. Something feels off about these wolves. They both have rust-colored, almost bright orange fur. Their eyes are a similar bright orange, resembling the flames of a fire. Only witches can have orange eyes. But they are wolves. Are they hybrids? The two shift back to their human forms and quickly don matching black robes. A young woman and man, maybe in their early twenties. Nathan, Darius, and I all stay in place, almost in awe. I’ve heard plenty about witches, they went into hiding during the plague. But werewolf-witch hybrids? That is unheard of. The chances of a werewolf being mates with a witch was so rare. Yet, her

His ears flattened, and a low, earth-shaking snarl erupted from his throat. From the darkness beyond the ancient oaks, a different pair of eyes emerged. These weren't gold. They were the color of a fresh wound—a jagged, pulsing red. The red-eyed wolf was smaller than Zayden but leaner, scarred, and radiating a malice that made the very trees seem to recoil. Behind him, a dozen more shadows shifted. A pack. A hungry, vengeful pack. Zayden stepped in front of Kaelira, his hackles rising, a wall of midnight muscle shielding her from the crimson gaze.

Perhaps this coming blood moon would be the time it will show up again. I took my phone on the glass table fronting the couch and tried to look at the time, but I went to open the front camera to look at myself to see if my eyes changed in color as my mate observed. I squinted my eyes and looked at it closer and gasped, "Wow! It really is purple." What I have read and heard people tell me is that the only purple-eyed werewolf is the one who has the soul of the rightful ruler. I guess everything makes sense to me now. I really am that one.

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!

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Her long blond hair was wild all over her and some stray strands stuck to her face in sweaty patches. The werewolf started to circle around her, slow purposely strolls. It's huge black eyes was staring down at her as it moved around, assessing her. It looked like it was performing some kind of ritual. The werewolf was huge with black brown fur and from the light coming from the moon behind it, it looked menacing. It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes.