Divine Pack Novels & Stories

The witch had seen divine power take its toll before, but never on someone carrying new life. "Come on, Beth, my sweetheart," she murmured, feeling both mother and pup's energy stabilizing slowly. "Find your way back to us." In the silver mist, I felt strength returning gradually. The goddess's blessing flowed through me, replenishing what had been spent in battle. "Your pack needs you," the divine voice said softly. "Your mate fears for you. Your unborn pup calls for its mother. Are you ready to return?" "Yes," I felt the pull of pack bonds, of mate bond, of maternal connection drawing me back. "Thank you, Great Mother." She smiled warmly at me and touched my cheek.

“But I thought figuratively.” “Sparrow is a lycan,” Dove told her. “He becomes something between werewolf and man. It is… terrifying. He is not himself in his other form. In that form, he will kill you. He is a true beast. Thankfully he does not take that form anymore.” “Why?” Lyric looked at her in baffled exasperation. “Why do you work for the Order of the Nexsis?” “The Order will balance the world and restore humanity to its rightful place as lord and master over the supernatural slaves,” Dove replied and there was a dull tone in her voice as if she were repeating something learned by rote, but not quite believed.

Darryl was shocked to hear that. He turned to Debra and asked, "Is it true that there are divine weapons in this world?" Weapons were divided into seven levels—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. If there was a divine weapon, then which rank would it be? "It's not just a divine weapon, but a peerless divine weapon," Debra said slowly. "Even divine weapons like the Plantain Fan and the Magic Cudgel would not cause such a big movement."

“So we can talk business. We’re wasting time, and this will end the same way anyway.” “Fine,” I said. “We’ll talk. But only because we share a common enemy.” “Yes,” Divine replied. “We do.” Even years ago, we both had a grudge against Damien. He always found a way to be on top and high above everyone. He never let me or Divine take any positions within the pack because he was always nominated first by the elders. “I want all the omegas, or at least a good number of them, from your pack,” Divine said. “And from the smaller packs you’ve taken over.”

5 percent. Receive the godly divine level five power now. You are unstoppable and unconquerable. Your eyes and ears are activated to the level of the godly divine, and you can fly faster than an eagle. Now I direct that all the elixirs you've taken for specific be activated to four times their previous strength.

Beta: Supports Alpha and is responsible for maintaining pack order Gamma: Works with pack closely reports to alpha Enforcer: Head Warrior of Pack, trains pack wolves along with co-enforcer Pack Wolves: Common members of pack

their end. His eyes are bloody and his color black is very long. He is taller than an ordinary werewolf..as if he was just a giant dinosaur. He regained his breath and crawled weakly and hugged his companion, who seemed unaware of what was happening He pulled her tightly on her bosom, very afraid of her. He was afraid that he would hurt her, because he was right behind her It's the legend they haven't seen The legend of the devil's wolf.. He did not understand anything, why he went out and what connects him with his companion!

“More than you have, I’m sure. But the thing is, if shit gets tense, those are the people we need. Tea can argue with you about whether a spork deserves to be considered a utensil so fiercely that you’ll forget how much you wanted to rip Ford’s throat out. And when we get together with other packs, you wouldn’t believe how good it is to have an asshole like Jesse who can convince anyone that it’s a good day for the football game Rocco planned, even if it’s pouring rain and cold as shit outside.” “Since when is shit cold?” His grin widened. “There you go.” “What about the last box?” I gestured to the sixth one, which said: SIGMA. “That would be the pack’s instigator.” His expression grew ruef

Rae Frank Rivers. The name remained on the screen, black letters against faded paper. For thirteen years, he had existed only as a shadow buried beneath memories I could not reach. Now he had a place in an official ledger, marked beside a symbol Jesse recognized. My father had not disappeared from history. Someone had recorded exactly where he belonged. “What does Pureblood mean?” I asked. Jesse’s fingers remained still above the tablet. “It was a movement made up of families from several packs. They believed bloodlines weakened whenever wolves bonded with humans or mixed-blood descendants.”

I wasn’t aware whether I felt excited or scared. “The Divine Order of the Angels,” Alex read, and I looked up at Aaron. “The Order?” I asked, and he nodded. Angels, demons. My head was swimming with a million questions, so many that I couldn’t form any answers. And worse of all, I could feel my headache coming back on. Harry walked over and rubbed his hand on the crescent moon on the front. “The Divine Order is four bloodlines sent to appease the demons,” he said. “One for each of the seals. It is each bloodline’s undertaking to protect their seal and set forth the divine warrior to counter the demon army.”