Rise Of The Banished She-wolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kavi's POV I went to my room and made myself comfortable in my usual meditating place. After connecting to celestial, I came to the conclusion that Akhilan's plan is very perfect for the situation. Also, I realized, werewolves were created out of the human souls died of Bright ash poisoning which has the power to even damage the souls. But the wolves had survived. I am naturally immune to the bright ashes in this birth but wolfbane still affects my wolf. My darkness could cover that.

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

Her chest tightens, guilt gnawing at her insides. Without another thought, Nyx hoists Lorenzo’s limp body over her shoulder, his blood soaking into her clothes. She can feel his heartbeat—faint, irregular. Her heart screams, but she forces herself to keep her composure. With a deep breath, she transforms, her wolf form swallowing her grief, if only for a moment. In a flash, she bolts from the battlefield, carrying Lorenzo with all the strength she has left.

The she-wolf placed her paws on our hands, and together we channeled our strength, our essence, and our lives: “My she-wolf grants strength, agility, regeneration, and her connection with nature to her alpha.” Intense white light swirled around our bodies, stopping at the top of our heads. “My witch grants her magic, her powers, and her connection with the ancestors to her companion.” Shimmering purple light bristled the she-wolf's fur and our hair, merging with the white light. “My human side grants love, its intensity, and the vitality of its soul to bring the wolf-man of her life back!”

“Come here.” Lucien pulled me into a warm hug. For the first time in my life, I felt whole. I was no longer the broken girl who didn’t have a wolf. My father’s death had ended the war, but my mother’s confession had given me back my power. I couldn’t wait to meet my wolf. I couldn’t wait to navigate my new life with the absolute love of my life by my side. ~~~~~~ Thank you for reading until the end. <3.

A whore. “A She-Wolf?” Allen tilted his head curiously. “I’ve never seen one of her kind on the Blood Islands before.” “I have,” Sebastian said, observing those sharp weapons that had struck his face earlier. He found his anger melting into mirth. He took in Sabrina’s prideful look and grinned mockingly. “The banished ones. Sent to be torn apart by Dragons. Little whore, what crime did you commit to be sent here?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Alpha Michael howled in pain, his eyes filled with tears as he clutched his chest, his head tilted up towards Whisper and his voice was shaky and full of resentment, “I Alpha Michael, of the Rising Moon pack accept your rejection.” Whisper stepped back as the she-wolf sat up smiling at her, “you should have died the first time,” she sneered at her. Whisper’s eyes glowed brighter as she looked at the her, she pointed a finger towards her and smiled, “I hope you kissed your pup before coming here.” The she-wolf’s scream was unearthly as her body began to shrivel as if all the air, blood, muscle and bone were being sucked from it.

The witness has spoken, what do you have to say for yourself? I open my mouth to speak, but I am shut up by Alpha Vesper. "Today was meant to be a joyful day for White Moon pack, but the dog has rubbed her filth on us all. “ He stands tall, backing me as he addresses the pack." What should be her Fate? “ 'Kill her!' 'Burn her!' 'let us hunt her down and tear her apart!' 'Make her wish for death!' The rage of the pack seeps though my skin, making me coil into a fetal position, eyes closed.

Her palm settled over my heart, fingers splayed wide. “We won, Morris. She confessed her treason in front of every alpha from the riverlands to the high passes. She’s stripped of rank, stripped of name, stripped of allies. She got banished from the lands. The second she crosses the boundary stones she’s fair game, no trial, no appeal. That isn’t mercy. That’s a noose she has to wear for the rest of her days.” I covered her hand with mine. Felt the steady thump of her pulse beneath my fingers.

And then, slowly, it ended. I rose unsteadily, transformed, my new body trembling under the weight of its unfamiliar strength. I was a she-wolf, sleek and powerful, every movement precise yet instinctive. A howl burst from my throat, raw, piercing, and primal, echoing across the trees—a sound of agony, triumph, and awakening all at once.