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The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

[Mature Content] After Ragnarok, the gods and demons died, the heroes perished and all the beasts who fought them toe to toe ceased to exist as well. The world evolved, after the death of all superiors (Gods), the inferiors (Mortals) started to learn the ways to gain those celestial powers, some even surpassed the gods. They were gifted with the spirits of deceased powerful beings. Spirit stolen at birth, the prince of once a doughty werewolf kingdom, Ezra Zephyr is plagued by the curse of god until the fate draws him to a mysterious domain. Where he meets a beast, who became Ezra's spirit. That beast was no ordinary beast at all, he was the evil monsterous wolf of Norse, who killed Odin and devoured the Sun. He was Fenrir, son of Loki and Angraboda. Fenrir trained Ezra Zephyr before becoming his spirit; from that moment the Ezra Zephyr changed his innocence with atrocity. Join Ezra Zephyr as he'll wreck havoc in the world with Fenrir as his spirit. Get ready for rollercoaster of Adventure, War, Dark Schemes, Light Comedy and Seggs. A world where both Cultivators and Sorcerors fight for supremacy, a new fantasy world where Qi and Mana co-exist. *** First 32 chapters consist of MC's training, don't judge before reading atleast 40 chaps. This is a novel where MC will trample the so called Gods and Heroes in myriad of mythologies without disisting his sexual urges that he inherited as werewolf. However, there won't be harem and MC will not stick to one girl. [ Hello dear readers add me on discord to be in touch with novel man's fan community. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/AcZ72pRbAZ]

The_Novel_Man · Fantasy
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Mystic Subduing Web

Its body flew high and glorious in the sky, but its ruby like eyes was awe-inspiring. The pearl like feathers was solid and sharp. The Martial Animal of 2nd tier, Razor Pearl Eagle revealed itself.

Keen Force undulations pulsed from its body, shaking the surrounding space. An astonishing and ferocious aura filled the area.

The expressions of the crowd watching from far away could not help but change as some of them involuntarily stepped back. The aura of a Martial Animal at peak of 2nd tier was too unbearable for them.

Ixtal's expression had also turned a little graver. He did not back down, however, but instead made a grabbing motion and a long dim red axe appeared in his hand.

Small sharp pebbles seemed to float from the surroundings and attached to the axe, making it slightly bigger and sharper. With the axe in his hand, Ixtal's aura seemed to steadily rise.