Novel & Cerita Viking Wolves

“Since the war dissolved, we stayed out of the Vikings’ business most of the time. We do, however, guard the portal every time they open it. Every five years, we watch them go and come back again. Nothing has ever stuck out, and not once have they taken anyone with them as they leave. One of my guards this time smelled you, and even if I hate the fact that you were bleeding, it was the only reason he recognized it. You see, wolves all have a distinct smell, one that is supposed to be particularly appealing for your mate. It is how our beast forms recognize pack members, other pack members, and mated and unmated couples. Who are mature and who are still considered children. Also, each family

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

We only stopped when many, many wolves emerged from all the shrubbery and hiding places that the wildlife provided, forming a circle around us like they were creating a protective barrier by using their furry bodies. The pure black wolf that had led the small but fierce and menacing pack at the front was an absolute beast. He was staggering in size, towering over Beaux’s form leaving us feeling puny and intimidated, his eyes flickering between his green human ones, to his golden wolf, showing the internal struggle with his fury. As it slowly advanced towards me, its chest heaved from its sprint to find us, but I did not fear it. It was Alpha Brock, in all his furry power and glorious wolf fo

This information was known only to a few. The Northern wolves were the strongest, the fastest, and the biggest. Their bloodline was that of the purest Versipellis dating back to the era of the Great War: they never bred or mated with the weak, and they had to prove their strength before being appointed to any position. Having the most rigorous training methods, they produced the best warriors who underwent tireless training. They had a larger population of wolves. Having a superior chain of supply that couldn't be trifled with.

Nayssa began to read and Kyria leaned her head on her shoulder to see better. "They hated the species that came after them and envied them. The attention that Mother gave to the new children, angered them and they went on to hate her. After the werewolves' betrayal of the Mother Goddess, the ancestral wolves had a mixture of hatred and happiness for having been "avenged". But the hatred for werewolves continued. Making the ancestral wolves the most dangerous to them." Nayssa looked at Kyria, worried. " There are few who rival such beings. The elemental eagles are one of them, but they are elusive creatures that remain hidden in the lands of the north. A thousand years ago a werewolf found on

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

Word had spread quickly through the pack, and by dawn, twenty-three wolves had presented themselves as candidates. By noon, I'd narrowed it down to five finalists based on their service records, combat skills, and loyalty assessments. Now came the real test. The five men stood before me in a line, each one representing different strengths and backgrounds within the pack. There was Bjorn, a massive warrior with shoulders like an ox and a reputation for never backing down from a fight. Beside him stood Halvard, leaner but quick, known for his strategic mind. Then came Vidar, the eldest of the group at thirty-five. Next was Einar, younger than the others but fierce, with eyes that burned with a

Alpha Daedos’ narrowed his eyes while looking at Lexus, “What do you mean Lexus?” “I found out that Daffodil Marby was the missing Golden She-wolf after I felt that she was my mate. I tried to protect her from harm and let her return to her country, even if it means pain and heartache on my part. But she was not able to control herself, she returned here in the Cook Islands to find me and we found each other again,” Lexus looked at their Alpha with such look seeking for his understanding. He continued, “I decided to present her to you supposedly today. However, on our way going here, we were blocked and attacked by armed men, who happened to be werewolves from the Black Forest Pack. It seems

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

I realized that Dmitri was actually listening to me and using his Beta to actually help him instead of babysitting me, the thought made me smile. Information on The Vὅlsung was harder to find than I thought it would be. They were considered to be lycan royalty, but other than a few obscure passages here and there, there was very little written about them in the history books we had access too. They were all Alphas, or at least as strong as an Alpha. Only one of them was considered the Alpha of Alphas. They possessed special gifts and skills, but we couldn’t find anything about what those gifts and skills were. And every pack feared and respected them.