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We assume he was a Norseman, but no one knows how he got the lupus garou illness. "Some say a wolf bit him, but instead of dying, his blood fought off the infection by mutating," Silva hypothesized. "I didn't think Ravena was a werewolf because she's so small compared to the rest of you." "We're called gray wolves." Silva sat a little higher. "Ravena's a fiery red." "Are there Mexican werewolves as well?" Other types?" "Mexican wolves are really grays," Silva observed. "They're known as Mexican wolves in the Southwest." Timberwolves are also grays in the Northeast."

Rah shuffled through it and then dropped it disappointed, “It just explains how a clan is your friend or foe. No mention of oldest, deadliest clans.” “Let’s first look for the book that talks about the oldest and most dangerous clans, okay?” Arthur suggested. “And keep an eye out for any mention of the red wolf, okay.” “Red wolf as in Mila?” Rah asked with raised eyes. “You knew Mila is a wolf?” Arthur gasped. “I suspected it. I have seen a glint of the red wolf in the past few days, you know since she came here, but never properly. Also, her hair is red, which usually is the color of the fur of the wolf, isn’t it?” Rah deduced.

Finally home," Mila shouted happily, throwing my body on my bed, staring at the ceiling vaguely, thinking what she had been through in those days. Previous Everything was like magic, like fantasy and like dreams.. never believable She raised the book with her hands, contemplating it with a thought that seemed very old, even the pages of it were yellow, some of which were torn from the edges! I sat up straight, opening it “ This book belongs to the royal family of werewolves only.” She read what was written in the introduction, biting her lips lightly, eager for what was to come.

she hung up the call. I tried to call again but her line is busy. I received a text. "I'll take the book of next week to the old meeting place. Be careful if what you said is true that there are wolves with such markings. They are not ordinary rouges or wolves even vampires. They are one of the sub group of the Desert Spider Wolf Pack — The Rising Sun Spider Pack and the best killers of witches!" I was stunned and nervous about what my cousin said that's why I immediately call Carline.

My eyes scanned the back yard as I tried to understand what I was looking at. I saw my four pack members standing closest to the porch, but they weren’t the only wolves that had come to help us face off against Verina. Across the yard, there were dozens of other wolves, some standing by themselves, others in small packs, all of them looking up at Grandma and I where we stood on the porch, all of them appearing to pledge their allegiance to our cause.

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his hea

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

I quickly paced down the hall so I could get to the room faster and open this book that felt like a newfound piece of treasure in my hands. As I scanned through the first few pages of the book, it was picture after picture of different drawings and versions of what a nightwolf was portrayed to look like. Some of them were detailed to be howling at the moon, whilst several illustrations had a sort of evil and rabid look to them. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, and instead of just flicking past it, I stopped, staring at how strikingly similar it was. The wolf was pure black, just like mine. No white, silver streaks across its fur like all the others had, and this one was th

The journal tumbled from the table, and the pages fluttered open like wings in the breeze. My eyes fell on the exposed words, and despite my hesitation, curiosity gripped me. I picked up the leather-bound book and began reading. It wasn’t a diary as I had initially assumed but a record of the history of the land. The North and South Kingdoms had long been divided, and each kingdom had its own ruler. As I skimmed through the lines, my heart raced. I reached a section detailing an ancient tribe of wolves—the Andals and the Nine Wolves. They were described as powerful, mystical wolves, thought to be extinct, who once lived in harmony with the moon and the stars. They were the guardians of a pow

Melissa immediately bared her teeth in a growl. The other wolf responded in kind. For a while they circled each other. Who are you? Melissa thought to herself. She didn’t expect the other wolf to answer. I just need to talk. The hell? Taken aback, Melissa almost sat down with shock as she realized the other wolf could hear her. About what? About your clan. The wolf was a dark gray in color with hazel eyes. I don’t mean you harm, but I need help. Melissa kept her teeth bared as she considered this. She had no idea what was going on. Hell a week ago, she hadn’t even known that Lycans existed, let alone clans and all the societal expectations.