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The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

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. This novel is inspired by chinese novel Dragon Prince Yuan, the first few chapters will resemble to it, it's my token of respect to the author of DPY. However, the story and theme is completely different. [ 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 · Fantaisie
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Damn You

In the outer region of Kindled Vein, a district less important to big factions was filled with hundreds of crocodile morts. Amongst those big carcasses was a tiny looking headless body, the crimson coloured dress worn by the dead had a badge stuck at the waist. 

The badge belonged to a mighty 4th-degree sect of the Dark Torrid Region, known by the name of Pyre Pit Sect.

Elder Price's hands shook as he gazed at the mirror butterfly, he opened his mouth, gathering every strength not to believe what he saw as he uttered in stutter. "Ho-Hoba Solis!?"

The dead body belonged to the genius of his sect, the only son of his sect master. Hoba Solis was a youth with a bright future ahead. Handsome, talented and well versed in business, a suitable candidate to prosper the sect in future.