Novel & Cerita Wolf Legends

I asked and Hugo quickly shook his head. “We don't know for sure. It's just a legend. Only the Rogue King has been rumored to have golden eyes and a white wolf with a blue lining. The night the Lycan Queen died, some people said they'd seen the Rogue King but no one knows for sure what they saw that night since it was extremely dark and the wolf was very far away.” Evelyn and I were fixed on the words coming out of Hugo’s mouth. “But that isn't enough to claim he is the Rogue King!” I yelled angrily. How could they have thought he was the Rogue King? A wolf mad and consumed with blood and war, heat and lust. A wolf that was so powerfully strong that only the moon goddess could kill him.

Morrigan hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully. “Forbidden wolves,” she said quietly. Lyra’s breath caught. "Wolves whose bonds behave abnormally," Morrigan went on. Wolves who grow stronger when they should weaken. Wolves who awaken power that isn’t meant to exist inside pack territory.” The mothers exchanged glances, their expressions tightening. One of them whispered, “That’s only legend.” Morrigan’s lips curved into something that looked like sympathy. “I hope it is,” she replied. “Truly. But we can’t pretend the signs aren’t there.”

I smile at the intrigue on their faces, and I continue "Legend has it that when Zeus was offered a banquet prepared from the remains of a sacrificial kid, Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, enraged the god. Zeus, who was furious, punished Lycaon by turning him and his sons into wolves. Early Norse folklore also introduced werewolves. A father and son found wolf pelts that could transform people into wolves for ten days, according to the Saga of the Volsungs. The father and son team put on the pelts, changed into wolves, and then went on a murderous rampage in the woods. When the father struck his son and fatally wounded him, their rampage came to a stop. Only because a friendly crow offered the fa

Xithara's POV I had been imprisoned for a week and during this time, I had been put through hell. The guard would come to whip and torture me everyday. Keith did the worst thing possible, he decided I didn't deserve to have a wolf so he took her away. They performed a ritual on me that not only hurt like hell but took away my wolf permanently so I wouldn't be able to rebel against their torture since I had been trained in combat.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

As I sprinted, my foot caught on something, sending me tumbling to the ground. Frozen with fear, I watched as the wolf lunged at me. I braced myself for the imminent pain, but instead, a deafening growl echoed through the forest. Opening my eyes, I found the attacking wolf hesitating, backing away. Behind me stood another creature: a towering wolf on two legs, unmistakably a Lycan. I gasped, realizing the forest legends of werewolves and Lycans weren't just myths; they were terrifyingly real.

I uttered. The bald man with a scar looked at the short prince. “I know what you're thinking of Lance, but wolgons don't exist. It's all a folklore formed my people who are obsessed with dragons.” He shook his head. Wolgons, I knew what they were. Grandma told me stories of them when she wanted to spook me. They were wolf-like creatures with wings like dragons. Even Grandma didn't believe they were real. “As for what I want. I want to go to the pack of the rogues. I'm the…Luna.” I said.

Other wolves come in a variety of colors, some white, but there is always at least some hint of another color on their fur, and their eyes can never be violet. Rafael had also studied other supernatural creatures in addition to vampires. He knew everything there was to know about them, and he had studied the fact that Lycans were extinct and were known to be the most lethal creatures, even more lethal than vampires. Rafael was proud and honored to have been blessed with such a strong mate, and seeing Astrid and Scarlet made him feel like he was getting more attention. Yes, he was looking forward to that. He chuckled at his own thoughts, but there are still many questions Rafael and Astrid ha

For as long as I could remember, I’d been packed up and sent to my aunt and uncle’s place on the mainland for the full-moon week of every month. She continued. “But in those days, before Vukasin, the Lupines—werewolves—rampaged and murdered on the mainland every month. Sometimes they’d bite or scratch without killing, turning humans into their kind, into wolves. To increase their numbers and dominate the planet.” I nodded.

I burst through the tree line into chaos. Six massive creatures prowled through Steele territory. They were not wolves. Not anymore. Cursed beasts twice the size of any natural wolf, with eyes that glowed different colours. Red. Green. Gold. Purple. Each one represented a different bloodline. A different ancient horror bound to flesh and rage. And they were slaughtering my wolves. Bodies littered the ground. Wolves I trained with. Ate with. Lived beside. Now reduced to torn flesh and spilt blood.