Novel & Cerita Werewolf Goddess

Selene - The goddess of moon - Lycans and wolf shifter's worship her 2. Kaheli - Goddess of death 3. Israh - Goddess of kindness. *** The creatures in this story: Werewolves - They can shift into wolves Lycans - They can shift into wolves and also to the primordial Lycans, who could stand on two legs. Witches - They have powerful magic. The magic inside them will strengthen their spells. Some powerful witches have strong elemental magic as well. Vampires Hybrids - Mix of two breeds Tribrids - Mix of three breeds (Like Elyn, who was both an Unblessed and Fae, and a wolf from her mother's side.

I heard a feminine voice. I looked around but there was absolutely no one here besides me. "Who are you?!" I asked when I couldn't find her. "Oh…. my bad. I should have done a proper introduction first." The woman chuckled a little. Introduction? What the hell did she mean by that? "I'm the moon goddess, protector and creator of the werewolves. I am the one you worship Miguel, you and every other pack." She said. "What?" I gasped. If she truly was the moon goddess, then this must be her realm.

0 says. “And who are you?” I ask, starting to calm a bit. You can only go through so much in a 48-hour period before shit stops making a huge impact. She smiles. “I am Selene, the goddess of the moon. And of werewolves.” Well, shit. I mean, if werewolves are real, I guess it makes sense that gods and goddesses are too, right? “Sure,” I say, shaking my head in sarcastic acceptance. Might as well role with it. “Why not? And what do you need from me?”

I don't think I want to be here any longer. “Hold on! Let's start this over!” Crescenda said to me, and I stopped. “Okay, my name is Crescenda. From the harrow wolves, we are descendants of the moon goddess, and we have unique powers aimed at providing balance to different aspects of the werewolf realm. Are we clear on that?" Crescenda said to me and I nodded my head because I understood that much. I knew I had many questions, but she didn't have to talk to me like I was a simpleton!

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

She repeatedly became hot and emotional because the figure implied Randu as Burdak's companion. "She's a human…not a she-wolf." “Yes…but she will be the leader of the werewolves…trust me…because even before you were born, your destiny was written by the moon goddess, you should find your mate…don't like to steal other men…you can get cursed, and your genitals tail will grow… hihihi…” Rhodia picked up a nearby rock and threw it at the goddess. Of course the stone pierced through the figure who is still giggling with her ridicule. Instead of getting angrier, Rhodia smirked.

But I kept my guard up, ready to protect Clarissa at the first sign of trouble. “That wouldn’t be necessary,” The moon goddess told me, she stretched her limbs and began panting. “You’re under my protection. He can't touch you the least he angers me. Although a conflict between us would be a stalemate.” Who was he, I didn’t know but I had my suspicions. There was an obscure sect in Werewolf society that worshiped a different god. I didn’t know who that was as I had mostly considered him as superstition. He had one epithet “The Hunter God”

Despite having the strong urge to skip, I read everything briefly to not miss out. Something caught my attention. "When werewolves were suffering and failing to continue their offerings, on the verge of going extinct, Moon Goddess herself blessed them with her miracles.She created Prophecy and Isis. the purest she-wolves.Known and respected, given the title as daughter of Moon Goddess.They became the future of Werewolves.But it comes with a sacrifice.

"The Mother Below. The first wolf. The progenitor of our species. She walked the earth when it was young and wild. She could shift between forms at will, command lesser wolves with a thought, reshape reality itself. But she was also mad. Consumed by hunger and rage. The first werewolves, her children, realized she would devour the entire world if left unchecked. So they trapped her. Sacrificed everything to build a prison strong enough to hold her." Maya's white eyes glowed brighter. "And I broke her out. My death, my resurrection, it completed some kind of ritual. The wards shattered. The prison opened. She's free now. And she's very interested in all of us." "Then we kill her," I said simp

Iris flinched in protest, but I sent her a gentling look before turning back to him. “Folk tales? The Goddess is the source of all wolves’ strength, the power that binds a Pack together, the source of strength that guides us on the hunt. She defends our identity and guides us to our best future. To attack me is to attack the Goddess, and to attack the Goddess is to attack the very heart and soul of all wolves.” “Like most bullshit, you use very pretty words, but it’s still bullshit,” he said. I looked at him, seeing him through the Goddess’s eyes.