Wolf Legends นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Out of nowhere, she heard her father's voice in her mind, lecturing her on the difference between a rogue wolf and one associated with dark witches. "As you know, Selene, rogue wolves are not the only evil in the world. They are just as dangerous, but even more dangerous are the evil wolves associated with dark witches. Hybrid wolves that have the blood of dark witches are the descendants of evil wolves associated with dark witches who are cursed to walk this land while their already dead bodies rot and decay. They crave the flesh of corpses, though they abhor their existence. They almost never attack the living, but I've seen them. But when they do, their gaze can freeze a person for as lon

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

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.

I laugh questioning her further. “I’m half-wolf, half-witch. I read people’s auras. My mom taught me how.” Celeste, the redhead that has been grilling me states matter of factly with pride beaming from her. A mutt is what I call them, half-breeds and mixed-bred wolves. She wasn’t a very strong wolf because of her intermixed bloodline, but she was at least nice. I brushed her comment off as a compliment attempting to flirt or get in my good graces since she was hanging all over my beta.

I asked. "Secondly, you need to say my name if you find anything strange or threatening. Understand...and lastly, don't hurt yourself...even you do, try to cover it... Werewolves are sensitive to blood, blood excites them and can attack you at any time." She muttered explaining all the rules. When she was explaining it, I couldn't take off my eyes from her cause her every rule was connected to my safety. Though it would be confusing for humans to understand her rules, I got all of it at once. I saw how concern she was for me and my safety.

There was a pregnant pause as their leader considered the woman who had brought misfortune back into their midst for a long instant. However, the gray wolf spoke not a word to the volatile red-haired witch, but turned instead towards her companion. His brow, still marked with his disapproval for what had transpired in his absence and for the issue of the Rogue’s very presence there. The Lycan issued a sigh of seemingly residual disappointment and exasperation as he asked, ‘Why are you even here, Luther?’ The answer, a long and complicated history that Luther seemed reluctant to share for fear that it would fall short of an acceptable excuse. He averted his eyes from the Lycan who had posed t

I suddenly remembered Reginald. I glanced at her again, "Where is Reginald? He will not like these lies you are telling and I do not believe you. You are just using me against them." "The werewolf and the witch cannot be together because they have always been mortal enemies since ancient." She said seriously.

“Why don’t you stay with me, eh? I can get you into the pack, at least temporarily, until you get back on your feet. They don’t like rogues, but I can speak with the alpha.” “What’s a rogue?” I asked. “It’s a werewolf without a pack. They smell differently, almost unpleasant. I think they smell that way to warn packed werewolves away from them. Most rogues live in their wolf forms and become more and more feral and savage the longer they stay in that form, so they can be dangerous and unpredictable if you come across them.” “Do I smell like that?” I asked, sitting up and studying him. “Yes, but I’ve gotten used to your smell now. I almost don’t even notice it anymore.”

“Now, it’s your turn, my sweet innocent lowly she wolf.” The initial concern wrapping around the she wolf’s heart was now replaced with a frightening anger. “You are going to pay for this!” letting her sharp claws out, the she wolf howled into the moonlight. She began to lunge towards the rogue Lycan prince, only for him to dodge her quite easily this time around. She was graceful and agile, but Conall seemed to have regained a different kind of strength right after taking another soul. After a while of dodging her attacks, the Lycan prince managed to catch the she wolf by her arm, eventually swinging her into the air and finally kicking her through the stomach. The poor she wolf didn’t have

Liam’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I shifted my position in the chair so that I was facing him. Real animals were never part of the tests, as we used alternative methods for experimentation. It was something I adamantly refused to consider. We combined werewolf blood and our female blood to create small, fierce beasts. The legend spoke of a mysterious creature called Gwyllwolf that could only be created by combining our blood with certain other substances, known only to my scientists.