Novel & Cerita Wolves Of The Beyond Book Series

Alex believes he’s not gullible enough to trust every word he’s hearing. But he must admit, his experience must be unique and unheard of. “Father.” He immediately greeted his parents when they arrived. Sab inhaled sharply upon seeing the wolves. It’s their first time seeing such wolves. “They’re glowing, aren’t they?” Their silvery aura is truly mesmerizing. “Hmm…” Clyde carefully scrutinized the wolves. “You’ve been talking to them. What did they say?”

I couldn’t stay there and continue to face the disgrace of that day. My wolf is still weak. From time to time, he would groan within me, maybe to tell me he was still there or a sign of mourning. With every movement on the ground, my body still burned with pain. Whenever my body brushed against a tree or hit a rock, the pain would multiply. However, my will prompted me to continue to move on. If this will be my end, so be it. it was better than staying in the clan where no one cared anymore.

“ The truth. About your wolf. About your bloodline. And about the prophecy they are trying so hard to bury.” ***** The next morning,I awoke to chaos. I dragged myself outside. Curiosity overshadowed my exhaustion. The scene before me left me speechless,the air was thick with smoke,and distant howls echoed across the pack,many wolves were rushing towards the borders. “What's happening?” I asked a nearby wolf. “Rogues.” He said breathlessly. “They have breached the eastern perimeter”. My heart dropped to my foot. Rogues were a rare and dangerous threat. Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning.

The book lay open between them, the aged pages worn and delicate, the ink faded but still legible. The illustration stared back at them—two wolves beneath an eclipsed moon, one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. Selene traced the image with her fingertips, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “The Wolves of the Eclipse,” she murmured, repeating the words as if saying them aloud would somehow bring more clarity. Theoden leaned in beside her, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the text. “What does it say?”

The pages fall open to a marked section, the ink barely legible after centuries: "Among the rarest and most dangerous of our kind are the blood-wolves. Their power manifests in crimson fur, marking them as either blessed or cursed, depending on the telling. They possess abilities beyond normal wolves – the power to heal with a touch, to take others' wounds into themselves. Their gift comes at great cost, often claiming their own lives in exchange for those they save." My hand stills on the page. Healing. Like the pup's mysteriously mended arm. Like the reports of slaves recovering too quickly after she helps them.

Any hint of empathy faded from Sirius's eyes instantly, and he wheeled on me in disgust as he growled coldly, "You're not setting a foot in my house until you kneel and apologize to Lola! Let's see how long you can keep up that stubborn streak!" I smirked in contempt—he was going to be disappointed, because I was going to marry the future head of the Serpentkins in just two days. Suddenly, a car came hurtling toward us, clearly out of control. Sirius quickly transformed into his wolf form, grabbed Lola, and leaped away. The Lycans had always been famous for their strength and speed, after all. Still, by accident or otherwise, he knocked me to the ground, close to the car. I felt a sharp pain

I wouldn't have had to if I wasn't on patrol and the other Heirs hadn't seen her too. The three of us, with our soldiers, were out hunting a pack of Hollowborns that attacked one of our hatching grounds. We managed to kill some of them, until they all headed towards Thornwood. Wolves territory was forbidden for Dragons and vice versa. We had no option but to camp outside their borders, and hope the Hollowborns show up before daybreak when they would go back into hiding. I had used my powers to keep us invisible from sight. It was easier since it was pitch black last night. But somehow, the girl had run directly towards me, she saw me despite the thick cover of darkness.

I nodded stiffly, still buzzing from the feeling of his lips on my skin and wanting more. He sent a cheeky smirk my way before grabbing my hand in his and pulling me in the direction of his territory. We held hands as we walked back to his territory through unclaimed land, where rogues were free to roam. Rogues are wolves that have either left their pack or been kicked out. They were ruthless, soulless werewolves who don't care about rules or authority. When we finally made it to Dark Apollo's territory, Bryan's Beta Andrew met us by the border. He welcomed me back, before telling Bryan about something to do with the pack business.

“Something wrong.” “And Axle,” Ben nodded, “he growled before I even knew why. We shifted to meet up with Maddox mid-chase after the second encounter—and then he saw them.” Cheyenne leaned forward, heart beginning to pound. “Saw what?” “Wolves,” Gunner said. “Red eyes. Bigger than any I’ve ever seen. But not like normal shifters. They moved… wrong. Almost like shadows pretending to be real.” “Did they speak?”

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.