Novel & Cerita Ultimate Werewolf Extreme

Another gasp instantly fills the room. The Supreme Elder turns back to towards me. “Tyler’s family probably doesn’t even know that the great grandfather was a werewolf, but I have checked the records. I have confirmed that his great grandfather was indeed a werewolf and that he actually used to be a part of our pack.” I glance next to me at Kane. I don’t even have to ask. I already know the answer. We will begin going to Tyler and healing him at night too and not just in the morning. Whatever we have started we need to finish it. I don’t want to know what the damage will be if we stop halfway through the process.

A cold wind swept through the clearing, and I felt the chill penetrate to my bones despite my wolf's natural warmth. To my horror, several older unmated wolves actually stepped forward at Axel's invitation, drawn by my family's status despite the humiliating circumstances. Axel guided an older wolf forward—a male at least twenty years I senior with graying fur at his temples and yellowed fangs. He leered at me with undisguised hunger. "The Silverblood daughter looks quite fertile and strong-hipped." Derek and Kai physically pushed me toward him. I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.

She led him with a solemnity that bade everyone else be quiet and grave, also, as he marked the forehead of the first Werewolf. Red went down the line, making a small cut on the pad of each member’s thumb, pressing it into his own corresponding wound, before applying it with small, sure strokes to their foreheads. “This will now mark them as dead, and grant you all of their given powers, for as long as the blood remains.” Grandma intoned. “So now, when you tell their leader that the Pack are all dead, you will not be lying. This will buy you some time.” Red nodded, saying nothing. There was nothing more to say.

" Sadness is not worthy of me, as well as laughter. I can say that I am a man without a will, and if I have it, it will definitely be in ruins ." Zayn stopped walking, eyes wide He pulled the one in his arms and his eyes were colored blue, indicating that he was using the power of taming, but what shocked him!! As this werewolf continued to run towards them, he felt a strong force other than his own to turn off the color of his eyes and put Ardena on the ground and quickly punched the wolf in the face making him retreat

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

"Stop acting like we're best friends." Liana looked at the gun held limply by his hand. It was facing down and the safety was on. She charged at him and they both fell, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She winced and tried to get up but he grabbed her hand. She tried to bite his while pulled her down with so much strength that she fell on top of him. She heard a deep animalistic growl and saw his body twisting and fur growing on it. She gasped before he hit her head with a pistol and she felt dizzy. Her world suddenly turned black.

It didn't take much of a look for me to recognize Felix's iconic red mane as he stood by. "Argon." Finally someone sobber to talk some sense into Diego. Standing at 7'2, Argon was easily the biggest werewolf and most likely the last of his kind; the Dire werewolf. Creatures of legend, even to their own kind, Dire Wolves are known to have been the strongest wolves to have walked the earth, characterized by their unusual height and eerie heterochromatic irises. Wasn't much the talkative type either, at least he'd be enough to get Diego back into the mansion before he broke his nose or something.

He enjoyed the attention. “I’m tired of keeping the boy in the dark,” I said. “It’s for his own safety. Zach, there are werewolves and vampires in this town. Rafael is a blood sucking vampire.” Rafael’s face changed, veins lining the skin below his lower eyelids became visible, gray-ish under pale skin. He opened his mouth wide, flashing long sharp fangs at me. Hannah screamed, standing and pulling Zach into her arms. She staggered back and made him stand behind her.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

An Alpha who was usually the strongest, right now looked as if the slightest touch would destroy him. I saw him come into my room, open my hiding place, pull me into the living room to witness my mother being beheaded. Before it's my own turn." I memorized it recorded werewolf history as the last Lycan to die. The names of the executors were also recorded, and one of them was Alex's grandfather.