Novel & Cerita Wolfs Dungeon

We had the same blonde hair, same hazel eyes, and same heart-shaped face. But there was one thing different about us. Chloe had a wolf but I didn’t. That was the reason why I was nervous. I was about to be Luna but I still hadn’t discovered my wolf. As werewolves, on our 21st birthday, we discovered our wolves. But it had been two years since my 21st birthday and I still didn’t have a wolf. The worst part was that my twin sister discovered hers on our 21st birthday. I wondered if something was wrong with me or if I was cursed.

Ardina looked away from her comrade Jeff, who is brutally fighting him and Nickel, to sigh but She was caught by the wolf that Louis and Niall are fighting with all their might He threw Nayel to the ground violently, and Louie's wolf was shocked by his strength! The wolf grabbed the alarm and pressed it!!!! The sound fills the whole flock Mars panicked to run towards him, planting his fangs in his guts immediately, howling hard He went and smashed the gate to get in quickly He found them withered and some dead to break their chains with the rest quickly He let out such a strong voice that he couldn't communicate with them because they weren't from his flock but they understood

Rune. We didn’t get caught. At least up until we infiltrated the dungeon. It wasn’t by any means an easy task, but with the rigorous planning, we were able to go in undetected. The dungeon was nothing like I imagined it to be. Surely, it was an underground building with huge iron rods here and there that made up most of the building. With cells that were equipped with silver doors making it impossible for the wolves held inside to escape even in their wolf forms. It was dark and eerie, and the overall stench of the place could send normal humans into a heart attack, but I had expected it to be smaller and tight.

Richard That swindler has been locked up in a building at the heart of a dark forest. The forest serves as a boundary between my pack and the neighboring pack. The building is an ancient, beat down construction that has been abandoned for years. Seeing as it was of no use, I renovated it and turned it into my dungeon. This is where I imprison everyone who offends me. The dungeon is where I make their lives a living hell. I arrive at the building as a wolf. My wolf is the biggest in the werewolf kingdom, so everyone cowers in fear whenever I’m in my wolf form. As I prance towards the building, my warriors line up at the entrance, cowering in fear.

It was just like a forgotten castke or whatever— Wait. There wasn't any special thing but a weird one? I found one. This part of the house was at the third floor almost at the back, and the door infront of me is painted like a mahogany tree. It was gigantic with gold painted thing at the curves. Curiosity drive me crazy, I walk closer scanning the door. Then I realize what the carved animals was in the door. "Wolves." I paused for a bit. Wolves... wolves again. I erased the thought in my mind that the signs is really building up something in my chest. But it's making no sense! I laugh my thought off before deciding to enter it.

That is common knowledge for god’s sake. “I mean, they’re the nearest werewolf pack in our tribe.” I nodded and take a sip of my coffee, he’s right about that, and the chance of these werewolves being the suspect of our mother’s murder is highly possible. “Domlur has a dungeon that is rumored to detain humans,” I added. Domlur according to my father is not a dangerous place, it was once great trading and marketplace. When the werewolves occupied the land, humans were either killed or chose to surrender and be their slaves.

So, I wasn’t surprised when Noah and I shifted into our wolves and only reached the dungeons after a brisk-paced forty-minute run, deep into the woods. The pack dungeons were deep into the woods, into a cave network. The pack had stumbled upon a gold mine and I’m sure it must have taken a thorough mapping of the network to create these well-maintained dungeons. They were entrenched deep underground and surrounded by thickets, so it would be hard for a rogue or even a pack member to figure out the exact location of the entrance of the dungeons.

Underground dungeons were one of the best ways to contain wolves, they took them away from any open space to plan their escapes and blocked their senses, the silver bars were typically ingrained in the concrete so it was practically impossible to tunnel under or around them and the confined space made it easier to smoke wolfsbane into the cell, rendering the wolf helpless. From what I could remember of the old map, the previous alphas had their dungeons placed under the centre of their territory for easier access to it. So I followed the flow of people towards a larger building that I could only assume was the Pack House. I wandered closer to it, hoping that wouldn’t count as drawing attenti

The one in whose submission the legions. "You're wrong again," she said. - Well, of course. There are seventy-two spirits in the Underworld. Every familiar knows this. And two of them are missing. Pascal slammed the book shut in front of the witch's face. - Sixty-second - Governor Wolak and sixty-third - Marquis Andras. And, as far as I know, Volak is depicted as a child with angel wings. And Andras... Pursing her lips in displeasure, Melissa pulled a piece of paper folded into quarters from the top drawer of her desk.

They got ready for the incoming pup. Rob was bringing things down so he could pack the vehicles. They’d need a few vehicles because of the supplies going to the pack were so much. They used the Wolf’s Den as a place for deliveries of supplies and packages so that humans weren’t wandering in and out of their territory. “Alpha, we need to talk. I’ve just had the strangest conversation with the shadiest of people.” Alex, his bartender, and pack member, approached him and said. “What people and what did they want to know?”