Werewolf Order の小説・ストーリー

[Amor’s POV] I didn’t even realise that I gave out an abiding order. Abiding order was a special power wielded only by the ruling alpha of a pack. This power enabled an alpha’s words to be followed by every member of that pack without explanations, conditions, and exceptions. Be it an omega or a high-ranking alpha. As soon as they heard the abiding order, they were bound to follow it. If such orders were issued through mind-link, even the werewolves who were far away from the alpha would be bound by this order.

I asked. “Oh, it’s not as barbaric as all that,” Isabella smirked. “And this one was pretty enough for the wolves to have kept alive… Plus, no coven would dare to bring a wolve to our side of the city. It’s punishable by death to do so without permission, even to aid a wolve to escape their Empire.” So, the wolves were trapped inside the Wolve Empire by the sorcereses? Alpha looked at at Alex. “Are you alright, wee man, with me touching…?” Alex nodded, and Alpha traced his finger through the claw wounds on

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

"From time immemorial, our people have welcomed our new wolves with a ceremony to recognize our pack connection and strength. The Moon Goddess gifts us our wolves. We are stronger, faster and smarter when we work with our wolves. We honor the Goddess by accepting our wolves and allowing them to take our physical form and make it their own. We each must learn to respect our wolves, and our wolves must learn to respect us." Beta Leo closed the book and continued, "Celia Lang, daughter of Delta Carla Lang and Epsilon Roger Lang, we welcome you to the ranked order of Moonless Night. With the blessing of our Alpha and Luna, we give you the rank of Delta. We call forth your wolf to honor her as we

Glancing over his shoulder to meet Mason ’s gaze, he asked, “Why do you ask? Do you wish to go there?” Mason twitched his lips in thought. “I guess,” he said. “What’s it like? Is it like here?” Ste-phen continued cooking as he answered. “It’s nothing like here. In the werewolf world, everything is bound by instinct, strength, and bloodlines. There’s no democracy. Packs follow a strict hierarchy: Alpha at the top, then Beta, Delta, and Omegas at the bottom.” Mason felt awe settle in his chest. Ste-phen continued, the sound of steaks sizzling blending with his deep voice. “Our land is vast—forests, mountains so high they seem to touch the sky. It’s like another world entirely. The rules are st

"But that would mean—" "They're planning something big," Carson finished. "Like they said, a complete takeover." I flipped to the page he indicated, scanning it quickly. "This is insane. They want to create a world where werewolves rule through fear and chemical control." "The Pure Blood Order living up to its name," Hunter growled. "Pure blood supremacy over all other species." A chill ran down my spine as I continued reading. "According to this, they're planning to trigger the signal during the full moon, when wolves are naturally more aggressive and harder to control."

The younger Werewolves see how the higher classes live at much closer quarters on a daily basis. And the fight has gone out of the older generation. Alpha Tam, our alpha, belongs to the older generation. There is an obvious split between the older and the younger generations. Despite the current divide within the pack, if any member of my pack so much as gets a whiff that I’m sheltering the princess, I’ll be banished. And what is a werewolf without his pack? Banishment is the worst thing that can happen to a pack animal. It is worse than death for a Werewolf. When a Werewolf is forced to give up his pack and live alone, he gradually devolves until he’s more beast than man. He turns into a de

She asked whilst jerking me out of my reverie. "No where, you were saying?" I asked her still pondering about some of the events of that day. "Well, I heard that it was Alpha Grey who ordered for Sasha and her minions to be stripped out of their ranks and made Omegas in their various Packs and any Alpha who refused to comply to his orders was threatened with the prospects of war between their Pack and Whitefang Pack." "Really, why would he do that?" I asked, doing a little happy dance in mind for what happened to her and her friends.

"Why in the world wouldn't they—" "Because they're afraid that word of what you did will spread!" After the mother's outburst, which was audible enough to be overheard, she immediately returned to speaking more quietly. "You have the distinction of being the only werewolf in a century to defy change and call upon the Right of Accord. Everyone was shaken to their very core by the realization that you had released the torrent. People would not talk to us because they were terrified of their own children being taken away from them!

That was, however, not the case for his little band of idiots who, for the first time in forever, said something that was actually sensible. "Calm down, Gary. We can't fight right now. The meeting is in a few hours and we have to supervise the upcoming rotation." Each of them reared back at Gary's glare before averting their gazes from him. I couldn't blame them for their meek and cowardly response to his usual empty threats and glares. Their reactions were part of the natural order of things. Werewolves who were part of the three main classifications in our world; Alpha, Beta and Gamma beheld another level of power and dominance than pack members born of ordinary werewolves. The goddess had