Novel & Cerita Wolf Knight

To control the Wyvern, we hired a human who had good communication skills with the dragon animal. His name is Keenan. Not every wyvern wants to get close to the werewolves because they look cruel, brutal, violent and terrible, only certain creatures have an affinity with the wyverns, such as humans, elves and legendary witches. Only a few werewolves were successfully taught by Keenan to subdue Wyverns, and they were also directly employed by King Drakela when he wanted to travel far and use Wyverns.

“You've gone too far” Kael turned towards Alexander,his smirk turning cold “Ah,the cursed king.” He said mockingly “Still playing protector I see. But this is not your concern Alexander. It's family business.” “Family?.” I repeated,my voice breaking.”What are you even talking about.” Kael's expression softened,but his crimson eyes remained sharp. “You and I are from the line of Crimson Alpha's. The first wolves, blessed by the moon Goddess. But that power comes with a price Lea. And they have kept it from you.”

I muttered sourly before placing my flaming fingers against his bloody gash. The skin sizzled while he cursed. “Your wolf can heal the inside.” Nodding he asked who the pale guy was. “That is Malrik Durin the Dire Wolf King,” I mumbled softly, making him intake air and hiss out, “Oh shit, the ice king.” Seeing Ronan and the man in discussion swinging swords I bit my lower lip. “I'm going to go help and you should go back home,” I growled as I grabbed my dagger and entered the fray.

Kieran smiled slowly, but it didn't reach his eyes. He thought about who Vulcan actually was and it wasn't a comfortable thought. By twenty-five, he had already ended three attempted coups before the conspirators could even confirm a meeting time. He was at the Frontline of the fight against the rogue siege two years ago. The stories that came back from that battle were not pleasant ones. His wolf, Dak, was the fastest in the kingdom. Bigger than most alphas' wolves, silver-coated, and almost impossible to tire. Warriors who had sparred with him in human form said his reflexes were inhuman even without shifting.

Volt just as confused until Zak answers the question. “Dude. It’s Lady Athena. You know Athena Moonblood. The legendary wolf who ended the war between one of her packs and another. Not to mention they took down the Rogue King as well.” “Another one? I thought there could only ever be one?” “No dude. Don’t you remember Alpha school? The teacher said something about Northern packs, Southern packs, Eastern packs and the Western packs. And from what Jake says their from the Northern packs.” Still slightly confused do I attempt to ask again. “So what are we then?” Zak just starring at me like I’ve magically grown two heads.

I stare at him in bewilderment “What does that mean exactly?” He huffs and begins talking excitedly “That terrible mother of yours did a horrible job of raising you. You’re a legend dear Davina. Once upon a time, a very long time ago, a certain prophecy was told by every warlock on the planet it said ‘The violet eyed werewolf is the ultimate weapon’ that’s you love” Warlock? Prophecy? I thought warlocks were just a myth. Fictional characters in my favorite books and tv shows or movies. The ultimate weapon? What the hell does that mean?

We were talking in an undertone, the men were quietly talking about their own, and I, taking advantage of the moment, while they were not listening to us, asked Alina: - Aline, werewolves can't drink alcohol. How then are they? - I shook my head towards Maxim and Alexei. She turned lazily, looked at them, and, turning away, also quietly answered: - So this is not an ordinary cognac, specially developed - for werewolves. By the way, in our flock they let him out, - she yawned, - A very expensive pleasure. - Why?

He looks better, his color is good, and he doesn't appear to be shaking as much. We both finish eating and without a word begin picking up the broken glass and food from the floor. We work in tandem like we've done it before. I can't help but inhale his scent when he leans close. My wolf lets me know she wants him. She's resting on her haunches ready to pounce. She's never been this irritatingly persistent and I can't help wondering if it's because she knows he's at the top of the food chain. Vampires are the deadliest beings on earth. Dmitri told me a short while ago that a dragon, in his natural form, is deadlier. It's hard to believe after seeing Sarn in such a bad condition for so long.

They sniffed the air, picking up on the distinctive scent of the Quercia and set off behind the buildings and into the nearby small stretches of land still covered in trees, away from human eyes. Feeling the ground beneath him vibrate with the hundreds of varying sources cleared his mind; he homed in on the unmistakable movements of a wolf and sped up. A few yards ahead he spotted the pale, mixed coloring of a pack member and signaled to Gil to get around him. The underling caught wind of them and attempted to throw them off by taking to the alleys, but Gil arrived to cut off the path. Victor dove in on him from behind, aiming for the shoulder with a shallow bite.

Adalwolf I was on all fours . I could feel blood trickling down from my wounded ear to my fur . I can't give up I have to fight . I looked at him . His bland grey fur was matted with blood . I knew I already wounded him . I must go straight for his jugular vein . That will be the end . I was about to strike when I felt her presence . I turned and saw her . Everything else melted away . Her fur was beige in color .A bit of sandy but rich brown and her scent drove me mad. She was beautiful and she was mine . She growled at me . I knew the meaning even though I should not .