The Rift Werewolf Shrine Novels & Stories

Together with Elliot, Chris, and Zelda, they embark on a treacherous journey, guided by Thorne towards Sasha's clandestine hideout. Dawn, her eyes shimmering with ancient wisdom, prepares a concoction of potent herbs known for their mystical properties. With practiced hands, she anoints each werewolf, ensuring their bodies are shielded from harm and their spirits fortified against the looming danger that awaits them. The fragrance of the herbs fills the air, mingling with the palpable sense of determination that fuels their collective mission.

The swirling whirlwind dragged all the debris back to the rift and threw it down. “Uh-uh,” Zoran said meaningfully and returned his drooping jaw. "I thought werewolves couldn't do magic." “They don’t know how,” Yarsi confirmed. - We need to close the rift. Far in the depths, the rumble of receding bones was still heard, but new knuckles were already clinging to the edge of the rift. Then the heads of the dead appeared on the surface and another formation of the enemy army stepped onto the ground. “Only the creator can close it,” Radolyub said gloomily.

This newfound understanding had opened their eyes to the immense potential that lay within the concept of unity, transcending the boundaries that had previously confined their perception. On a particular day, I made my way down from the celestial realm with the intention of paying a visit to the werewolf pack. As I arrived, I couldn't help but feel a strong pull towards a serene lake that held a significant meaning for the pack. It was the very spot where Luna Bella and Alpha Zavier, two prominent members of the pack, had once stood. I could still hear the echoes of their journey resonating in the air, a testament to the profound love they shared.

Kayden’s dark flames danced around his wolf form, a terrifying sight as he overwhelmed Colt, who was barely keeping up. I shifted back, ready to join the fight, but Kayden’s wolf barked a command through the mind link. “Heather! Stand down!” I hesitated, growling in frustration. “Listen to me!” he snarled. “There’s a spell around the Moon Shrine altar—a gateway for Raven’s forces. If Colt can’t kill me, he’ll use that! You have to destroy it!” My gaze darted to Stella, who was still holding her ground, healing our wounded soldiers. I nodded and sprinted toward the shrine, my instincts on high alert. But I barely made it before a Raven wolf intercepted me, his claws tearing into my side.

I woke with a scream, blood dripping from my nose. Ivy was beside me, holding my shoulders. "Rhea! Are you okay?" I nodded weakly, wiping the blood away. "We don’t have much time. They’re waking up. The earth itself is cracking. We need to seal the ground. The stones. The old magic. It’s the only way." Ronan helped me stand. "Tell us what to do." I looked at them all, one by one. "We need to go to the ancient grove. The place where the first wolves made their pact. The stones are still there. That’s where we seal the rift."

I was beginning to sweat. “We need a doctor,” Nellie said for the fourth time, looking at the blood trickling down my side and soaking my skirt. I shook my head. “You don’t think they have contacts out? They are probably figuring they got one of us at least. I am positive all the hospitals will be monitored.” I was impatient, wanting to get to my computer. “I’m talking about a werewolf clinic where they treat shifters,” Nellie persisted. I looked at her.

I also trained there myself. - Yes, Martha told me about that flock, or someone else, I don’t remember, - she shook her head, - And they will help me to master the gift? - They must, - he said, looking thoughtfully ahead, - Well, the protection ... - he paused a little, as if considering the answer, but I walked beside me and did not hurry. - There is a certain kind of rituals in which tattoos, runes are applied to the body of a werewolf ...

He started laughing at the wolf who was staring at him. “Turn,” Raphael said. The animal shook his head. Raphael pulled out a wooden stake and held out some leaves. He threw some silvery content at the wolf and it shrunk away. “Lolita,” Raphael said. The wolf’s body physically drooped, as if admitting defeat. I thought it was weird that he was talking to a wild animal and it was listening to him. Then I remembered the wolf at the mayors. Did the people of Arthforde keep wolves as pets?

Walked home an hour later. Age 19: Declared dead by drowning. Why didn’t I know this earlier? Lame didn't give me this important piece of information. All she cares about is how to suck my d**k, f**ck. The book whispered. “She who bears the soul-glow rises after the third death.” “The Shardborn cannot be claimed by the Nether.” “ Her fragments awaken in moonblood and firewater.” I knew what that meant now. That river wasn’t just water. It was one of the eleven Riftpoints. Places where the spirit world bleeds into ours, hidden in plain sight. I’d marked them years ago; I thought they were dormant.

She couldn't quite grasp what had happened, but one thing pierced her with absolute clarity—that body was no longer me. The sickening smell of decay grew heavier, cutting through the room's perfume. At last, Lily decided she wouldn't wait any longer. It was time to let the "Luna" go. So, when Ryan got back from the Northlands, the first thing he saw upon arriving at the Alpha's estate was Lily and several werewolf attendants closing the coffin. The heavy wooden lid was already halfway shut, its silver-inlaid edges engraved with the Luna's crest. Ryan lunged forward, eyes bloodshot, only to stumble over his own feet and crash heavily against the coffin.