Novel & Cerita The Lightning Wolf Chronicles

The Blackwood wolves surged behind her. A dark shape burst from the treeline. Amber eyes flashed beneath the moonlight. Lyla’s breath sharpened. The rival’s wolf. Lyla’s body coiled with tension. The wolf lunged. Lyla twisted beneath the blow. Her claws slid free beneath her skin. Her fist connected with the wolf’s ribs sharp and clean. The wolf hit the ground hard. Lyla’s breath sharpened. Eli’s silver gaze flashed beside her. Another dark shape lunged toward them.

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

he thundered again. My body began to tremble, bones shifting, skin rippling. I wasn’t in control. Within seconds, my wolf had taken over. She didn’t hesitate. With a snarl, she leapt forward and landed on the Alpha’s lifeless chest. Her claws dug into his ribcage, and with a grotesque crack, she tore into him. Heat pulsed beneath the bones. The Heartstone glowed with an eerie, red ancient light. She clamped her jaws around it and ripped it free.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

The waxing crescent reflected the new moon, showing the family were always ready to go forth with new light and added energy. Around the moon hung a circle of chains. The chains symbolized a reward for weighty service. Minnow assumed this meant her grandfather's long family line of weapon trade. On one side, gripping the chains with sharp claws, was a majestic lion. The lion was the ensemble of deathless courage and hence that of a fearless warrior. Opposite the lion was a giant wolf baring its teeth. The wolf was viewed as ferocious and relentless, and the bearer of their symbol was a deadly enemy to have.

Aleister POV As if I was floating, I watched the coolest looking black wolf running. Every time the light caught it, grey and silver shinned brightly. He’s the fastest wolf I’ve ever seen. Graceful, poised, everything a wolf would want to be. That’s me. I am that magnificent wolf. But who is that up ahead? The most beautiful golden wolf. Quickly big wolf, catch her. I was awoken from my delightful dream by the cold and wet feeling of water. Shooting up I growled and looked around until I was met with the laughing faces of Liam and Leon.

She could easily guess he was an omega in his pack. He roared with bloodshot eyes as she laughed at him. Jackson had run Into a corner as the wolf in front of him was bigger and looked stronger than his. Their colleague was frightened to death and was about to dial the police through the phone on the counter. Lucia gave Jackson a sign and he immediately hit a large frying pan on the girl's head. She fell to the floor. The wolf roared again while he gathered his strength. Without warning, he launched at Lucia, biting hard on her shoulder.

Was that what had spurred on the sudden change of heart? I didn't have any answers to the questions, but I knew the kiss last night wasn't a figment of my imagination. It had been real and I almost didn't believe it. Lyra and I were polar opposites. I was an alpha and she was a rogue, one I knew nothing about, but yet, I found myself drawn to her in ways I didn't even know existed anymore. I'd craved every bit of her last night. I'd wanted her so badly it was a miracle how my wolf hadn't taken over last night. If I had handed so much as an ounce of control to my wolf, then best believe he would have gone all the way with her.

An uneasy feeling had already crept into their heart. The smaller wolf with lighter brown color looked stunned as he saw Asher standing there with that intimidating look, clearly glaring at them both. Seeing that look, it was as if thousands of bolts of lightning were striking his body. A frightened look appeared on its face. The expression was mirrored by the wolf with darker color a moment later. They hurriedly turned into human form, however, was stopped by Asher's cold words. "Scram from here. We will discuss your punishment later."

That would make things a whole lot easier… “Wyntor is spelt with a Y…like my last name…and I was born at dawn” she said quietly. “Oh.” Damn. “Okay…so you’ll bear the enemy’s blight…that’s obviously the healing poison thing, and then making the wolves you heal immune to the venom maybe? You’ll bring an end to them if you stay in the light…but if you fall to the darkness, you’ll become the wolfsbane? I wonder what that means…falling to darkness?” She looked at me thoughtfully.