Divine Wolves 소설 & 이야기

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Five days after Damien left, the first wolf fell sick. Young male. Twenty-three. Healthy and strong. He collapsed during patrol. By the time they got him to the clinic, he was burning with fever. "I don't understand," the doctor said, checking vitals. "Everything's shutting down. It's like his body's attacking itself." Two hours later, three more wolves showed the same symptoms. And by nightfall, ten were sick. "It's the Goddess," Helen said, her face grim. She'd examined the sick wolves with magic. "Divine plague. I've read about them. She has done this before to the packs who defied her."

Devon’s possessiveness truly bothered me on a deep level, but I pushed that aside the best that I could in order to focus on the mission. “Have you ever heard of the Khoeli Wolves?” I asked, making the term up. He shook his head. I took another sip of my wine and leaned forward to show my enthusiasm. Hopefully this impromptu bullshit would do the job. “It’s quite fascinating really. It’s a lineage of wolves that are descended from a mated pair of wolves blessed by the Moon Goddess. These wolves have the ability to find their mate regardless of their age, so long as their mate has reached eighteen. They are goddess-gifted wolves. The lineage expanded out from the area that is now known as Zim

she thought. There was no response in her head. A white wolf with patches of black undercoat appeared and stalked toward her, followed by three black wolves with a patch of silver white undercoat each and a gray wolf. “You’re not wolves anymore,” Zoe said to their minds. “I guess not,” Thea said. “We are at your service, Goddess Thea,” Zoe said. She, Axel, Caleb, Damon, and Xavier’s former wolf bowed. “God Alaric, God Conri, God Kai, God Xavier.”

The smile on my face faded as I remembered the silver wolf Jake spoke about. Silver Wolfs were divine beings that had great power and can be very destructive if they go rogue, like Your Silver. He had been freeing slaves for now, but what if he decides to take over packs? He’d be very difficult to handle.

Dad sighed a bit as if remembering something and continued, “When I was a kid, my father, and your late grandfather mentioned that there are only some werewolves who can see the Goddess. Like the Sun Wolf, the Moon Wolf, The Black Alpha wolf, and the Blood Moon-born She-wolves. They are blessed with the divine powers of Goddess.” “She is very beautiful. No werewolf had ever been so pretty. She is always dressed in Moon White clothes. She has long, shiny white hair cascading down to her ankles. She emits blue flames. Her eyes are sparkling blue radiating warmth, innocence, and motherly love.” “Dad, I know all this. You told me before. Grandfather used to tell me this too. I wonder if he had w

Jordan curled his brows. “What does that mean?” I asked anxiously. Heaving a deep sigh, The doctor replied. “It is very rare and special. The Moon Goddess blesses the Gifted Wolf. These species of werewolves has a unique ability and power. And their bloods are compelling and special too. I’m very sure that Daphne is a Gifted Wolf.” “I am? I’m a Gifted Wolf?” I raised my brows in shock and astonishment. Jordan’s eyebrows furrowed immediately. “Is that why the Black witches are after her? But what does she have to do with the witches?”

I say and pray to God I am right. ---Divina--- When I get to the door, I stand and listen for a moment. Gotcha asshole. When the door starts to open, I shove hard into it, knocking down the man that was on the other side effectively taking him out in the process when I follow him to the ground and throat punch him, effectively collapsing his windpipe. I ignore his gasps for air when I hear shouts and running feet along with the sickening sound of bones cracking as many of the men have shifted into their wolves. All the pent-up energy and anger that I have been suppressing over the past several weeks grows inside of me until I feel like I need to scream to let it out before it consumes me. I

Still fighting. I couldn’t believe my eyes because this was out of logic. Wolves can only shift, not separate from each other. Wolves are mystical beasts born with divinity. Normally, wolves are born with a human form, then start their shifting at the age of twelve. It is at that age the bones and body, nurtured by divinity, transform by restructuring. The divinity has consciousness that can communicate within the body. Wolves can only shift, not separate. It is absolutely impossible—like saying a human soul separates from the body but moves as a different entity.