Novel & Cerita Wolf Fantasy

“The three black werewolves, it was a message.” Aria frowned, not understanding. “The time of the terrorists. The three black werewolves. The king and his two eldest sons. One of them is a prisoner now.” The Terrorizers. The ones her father wanted to stop. They were three black werewolfs, always three with one flying at the front and one on each behind him. They were known to cause terror and therefore got the name. Alone, they took many lives and burned villages down to the ground.

“The instability, the memory inconsistencies and her connection to the past. It’s all a liability, and that Is the last thing we can afford right now.” “Our proposal is simple.” The third, lady Mara, lifted a thin parchment. “We employ one of three solutions, a memory suppression, retraining, or a full binding ritual to neutralize her wolf entirely.” I held their gazes, every word scraping across my chest, and I hated how it was becoming harder to hold back my emotions by the minute. “Neutralize,” I repeated quietly. “You want to strip her will.” “We want to protect the pack,” Harrow countered, smiling as though that made it sound noble. “She’s unpredictable, and unpredictable wolves break t

Lucien muttered. I answered the call and pressed it closer to my ear. “I have something to tell you.” My mother’s trembling voice echoed from the other end of the line. I sat upright on the bed. “And what is that?” “It’s about your father. You didn’t discover your wolf all this time because he cast a spell to keep it hidden. You have a really powerful wolf and he saw you as a threat.” “Wait wait, this is a lot. What are you trying to say?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

"What do you want from me?" "I want to wake up." The First Wolf lowered his massive head until his eyes were level with hers. "I want to feel the sun on my fur again. I want to run through the forests and howl at the moon. I want to live, Elif Demir. Not just exist. Live." "Then wake up." "I cannot wake alone. I need a vessel. Someone willing to carry me inside them, to share their body and their life." His eyes burned brighter. "I need you."

He pulled himself up to standing, and even though there was a large patch of fur missing on his chest, and the burn was beginning to crust over, he snarled at me, as if to say he wasn’t giving up. Just then, the sound of footsteps in the woods on either side of the house caught my attention. I kept the new ball of fire in my hand and an eye on the lone attack wolf, but I could see more wolves arriving out of the woods. Four came from one direction, six from another. All of them had glowing eyes, but none of them were red. One was so old, I didn’t know how he was managing to keep up. His fur was a wiry gray, and he was scrawny with a limp. I could tell by looking at his face he did not want t

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

"I believe so. We have to, if we don't want it to be the other way around, we totally have to find a way to kill them successfully." "Then let's go. It looks like they aren't gonna let us pass unless we give them a good fight." I puffed a breath and removed the seat belt around my waist. "Kira, before we fight them, you have to know that we're gonna deal with an unusual wolf summoned by Darkesta with a dark spirit, magic, and souls. They are different from Percy. I cannot say if they are stronger but they can also manipulate dark potions, and black smokes, that is poisonous to us. Look at them carefully, tiny smokes are coming out from their noses as they breathe. Look at their tales, it als

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

“That’s part of it. But there’s more to it than that. Let’s just say we have a history. I am sorry they spoiled your mood. I really had no idea they were invited by my father.” I nodded, deciding not to push further. He changed the subject, his tone lighter. “So, what do you know about wolf types?” “Not much,” I admitted. “Just the basics.” “Did you know there are rare types of wolves?” he asked, his eyes glinting with interest. “Rare?” “Yeah. Like white wolves,” he said. “They’re called vortex wolves. They’re incredibly powerful and said to be reincarnations of the moon goddess herself.”

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.