Novel & Cerita Werewolf True Blood

A surprised Damon just stood staring at the scene before him. His own best friend had tried to kill his wife and now he was about to marry his bethroted.He knew that he'd become an object of ridicule in the kingdom because this was a slap on his face. The once arrogant,unscrupulous and powerful half vampire and werewolf who vowed to kill all werewolves was now protecting the Luna of the werewolf pack.This was history about to repeat itself and the vampires were not happy about it. Aiden held his mate in his arms.Blake stood up again to attack him but Aiden built a fierce,transparent wall around them and angry Blake couldn't pass through.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

The taste of her blood still lingered in my tongue, the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. She suspiciously asked if I drank blood, to which I replied only animals during hunting. That was a lie, I drank blood, but from willing women. I didn’t kill them though. I was no ordinary rogue wolf, but a bloodsucker werewolf. A rare species of wolves that not many people knew about, and I would love to keep it that way. Aria would probably freak out if I told her what I truly was, because even without knowing much about me, I could tell she was wary of me.

Their targets were the True Bloods behind them. “Go?” Alice also ordered, and all the vampires behind her released their claws and canines. Their eyes turned serpentine as they clashed with the werewolves. With the first clash alone, the battlefield was upturned, but nobody cared. It was an all out contest of strength and tact.

Alpha Dylan Lewis, the head Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, was a cruel Alpha in werewolves' history. He was a very strong and dominant man, nobody could ever imagine how much power he held. He alone was enough to demolish any pack if he wanted. He was a true blood after all. Trueblood was a very rare creature. They had much more strength than any other Alpha had. Their wolves' sizes were double than any normal Alpha wolf. They had this much powerful aura that nobody could compare.

It was the type of pain where even your gums and bones screamed in agony, your whole body rejecting its existence in this world. I cried into the pillow, feeling blood flowing out of my stomach and back, soaking the mattress. How much blood did werewolves have? I knew humans could bleed to death. Could werewolves too? When Alex came, would he do worse? I didn’t think I could handle it. I was now begging God to let me bleed to death. For Alex to treat me like this crazy bitch just had would destroy me.

"No. Not much." "True Blood is the rarest rank. Once every hundred years, a wolf with true blood rank is born. Thousands of years ago, only Alpha men and women mates could give birth to true blood. However, True Blood is a cold-blooded wolf. The two Alpha genes were something they would have to handle together inside them. It made them powerful and aggressive at the same time. Even Lycans were afraid of them." Allison listened to Aurelia with great attention. She felt interested. It was something new she was learning.

One more hour and all his questions will be answered. Alpha Azraiel's brain has stopped working. He found his mate. He was a trueblood. The rarest of his kind. The truebloods were not born but made. It was a special status given to someone who had fulfilled all the conditions required to be a trueblood. It took years of dedication and deadly experiences to achieve the status of a trueblood. There were only three truebloods alive in the entire world. Their powers were considered beyond the imagination of a simple mind. They were not only stronger, faster and sharper than normal werewolves but they also had divine powers at their disposal. Every trueblood had a set of powers that used the five

I was dumb for thinking that this time would have been any different. I groaned as I pulled the knife out of my shoulder, even though I knew that there was a chance I could bleed to death. Another reason I'd wanted her to stab me was that I needed to find a way to kickstart my wolf abilities again. I was a Trueblood werewolf, meaning that I was born the way I was, and not merely created or turned. No matter how deep a spell or a poison was, it couldn't split apart my DNA and give me a new identity. The only thing it could do was to subdue my abilities to the point where they made little difference.