Novel & Cerita Purple Werewolf

I was just trying to win sometime, hoping that Luther would notice that I was missing, and he would rescue me. “It’s not the same case when it comes to werewolves. Your power is defined by your rank, and you receive your rank by birth. The only way to have a higher rank is by killing someone who has a higher rank than you." "As much as I want to have this cultural exchange with you. I'm afraid that you need to see my gifts, after that, you showed me yours." The moment he spoke, his eyes terrifyingly changed to purple, it was something like lightning. It was lightning that showed up from his hands. As if it's not weird enough.

The teeth were so sharp they cut through her skin as easy as cutting through soft butter. "Stop him! He's biting her!" Simon shouted. Helia held up her palm to silence him. Marie knew her brother would never hurt Ana. But now that he was a wolf she didn't know what to expect. The wolves were a supernatural creature she knew nothing about. When the wolf removed its canines something amazing began to happen. Where he had bitten her, a glow began to spread under her skin. It was a soft beautiful glow; the color of a setting sun, the color of life. The hue made her skin transparent and you could actually see the veins and muscles beneath the surface. The light then glided down surrounding the gu

She was supposed to be unconscious! The girl's eyes glow a golden hue as she stares at Gee menacingly. She suddenly shifts into her white wolf and starts attacking the other two werewolves, her fangs sinking deep into their flesh. Blood stains the ground as one of the werewolves' limbs' is severed and the other's eyes are clawed. "SHIT!" the other one curses. "What are you standing there for?! Help us sedate the woman!" Gee yells at the vampires. "HOW?"

The Red Moon Pack is one of the largest packs in the country. But of all the packs in the world, none have ever been gifted the Blue Wolf. Thousands of years ago, a man was blessed with the spirit of the legendary Blue Wolf, Aamon—the very first werewolf to ever exist. The name did not signify control over fire or water, nor did it grant him the ability to wield elements with his hands. Instead, his wolf form was unlike any other. His fur, streaked with brilliant flecks of blue, radiated both beauty and strength.

He couldn't show his weakness so he channeled it with his body language. "Alex? What's wrong?" Seeing him panic makes me panic too. Alex sat on the very end of the sofa, still looking at me. "While all that was happening, your eyes turned violet, Cara." "Violet ? "I'm still not sure, but...I've read that only the first Werewolf bloodlines have violet irises." He looked back at me carefully. "First bloodline? Maybe you saw it wrong yesterday, Alex." I laughed nervously. "At first I thought so too ... " he muttered, "The first werewolf bloodlines were pure blood. They were far, far stronger than normal werewolves. Even Alphas."

Amethyst POV "They've returned," Nyka stated as she reverted to human shape from her Werewolf form. "I've been looking forward to this day for the past 21 years. Let them all return to where their deaths were predetermined," I said, fists clenched. She stood behind me, holding the photographs of my parents. My parents were a couple of royal Werewolfs. Yes, we exist in today's world, but we must remain hidden. Simply because there are people who are dangerous because they are selfish, greedy, and unthankful. They would either kill us or poach us because of our abilities. My parents once controlled the Kingdom of the Werewolfs. However, it was their responsibility to protect the priceless gem

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.

The only difference between a werewolf and a normal human was that werewolves had the ability to use their minds and bodies for other things rather than simply fighting. That night, she became a wizard wolf - the world's first wizard wolf. A living werewolf corpse whose qualities no one knew what it could be. In the wizard wolf's body, she was a bloodthirsty animal. Her eyes were the color of her fur - pure black, invisible in the darkness of the night, except for her purple claws and paws.

The only difference between a werewolf and a normal human was that werewolves had the ability to use their minds and bodies for other things rather than simply fighting. That night, she became a wizard wolf - the world's first wizard wolf. A living werewolf corpse whose qualities no one knew what it could be. In the wizard wolf's body, she was a bloodthirsty animal. Her eyes were the color of her fur - pure black, invisible in the darkness of the night, except for her purple claws and paws.

I ask, "What are the colors?" "Gold for Fae/Fairies. Brown for Lycan/Werewolf. Blue for Merpeople. Green for Witches and Warlocks. Red for Vampires. Purple for Dragons. Black for Zombies/ Ghouls/ Goblins/Demons. White for Angels. Yellow for Humans and Pink for Nephilims/Giants." Whoa, I've only read about things like this!