Novel & Cerita Werewolf The Forsaken

Felix asked, looking into the eyes of the old woman, trying to see if he was lying. " As you know, the White Wolves were the first of the werewolf generation. They were blessed by the Moon Goddess with immense power as well as wisdom. They lived peacefully with little conflict, but that all changed with the power struggle. With White Wolves being on top of the supernatural food chain, every other supernatural creature wanted a taste of that power. The first is Drakoen, the mage of darkness. He was just a mere mage who wanted to be something. The only way to do it was through marrying the White Wolf, Princess Alvira. She was a bright and kind young woman who just wished for eternal peace," sh

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

This was something forced, something triggered. The body twisted and then stilled and where a man had been, a wolf now lay.. This wolf was lifeless, silent and unrecognizable. The clearing was quiet with no one speaking or moving. They all felt this sense that something was not right. Damian's jaw clenched, his mind racing. Wolves did not shift after death, they always returned to their form. This was different. It deliberately broke the law of their kind.

"How does a bastard born from a whore deserve to be my son?" Then, he turned to Francis and Bella, roaring, "Your beloved 'socialite' daughter got knocked up by some other man! Her baby is the bastard!" Glaring at the couple, he continued, "And the one you drove to its death was the true heir of the Hurst bloodline! Helen was pregnant with my son! My heir!" Silence fell over the room. Only the crying of the newborn child broke it. Francis' and Bella's faces turned a deathly white.

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

“They know you’re here.” Another voice cut through the trees. “There were two scents but now there are three scents.” Rory’s hand flew to her mouth. “That’s not possible,” Lyra whispered again. But it was. Werewolves didn’t just smell strength, we smelled hierarchy, and authority and right now Rory was broadcasting both of theirs. My heart started to pound as realization settled in fully. “If Malrik scents her now…” Draven’s head snapped toward me. “He won’t see a slave,” I finished.

He led them to a hidden chamber beneath the cabin, a room filled with ancient artifacts, scrolls, and tapestries, each imbued with the echoes of a forgotten past. The scrolls, written in a language lost to time, detailed the history of their kind—a history far richer, far more complex, than any of them had ever imagined. The werewolves weren’t just protectors of the realm; they were guardians of a powerful, ancient magic, a magic that had been used for both creation and destruction. The scrolls spoke of a great war, a war fought eons ago between two powerful factions of werewolves – the Lunaris, who drew their power from the moon, and the Solari, who channeled the sun’s energy. This ancient

Darin frowned at Peter on hearing this but Peter gave him a reassuring smile that he knew what he was doing. “West is a very powerful which under the influence of the most dangerous werewolf, the alpha of the blood moon pack. He is well known to be greedy and treacherous, I believe he wants something of great value from Darin. Peter dear, you don’t want to get involved with him, just steer clear of his path or you would be begging for your life.” Wendy said. “Please, help me find out what West and his werewolf want with Darin. It would help in convincing me.” Peter said.

If you let me take over, I can help! I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering how Eluna could fight when I had no idea. I'd stopped questioning exactly what Eluna knew and how she knew it after the first day I'd been brought back to the pack. But I still had to admit a part of me was curious. I had been told it wasn't unheard of for a werewolf to "split" the personalities of themselves and their wolf when their wolf was weaker, especially if they were an omega. But this didn't just feel like a split...it felt like we were two separate entities.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s