Unlike their counterparts, they do not struggle in the sunlight or have problems living normal lives amongst humans. No matter their bloodline or purity. Compared to vampires, where the lowest bloodlines will burn into ashes under the sunlight.
However, if based only on this face, they would never be considered one of the dominant races of monsters. Why? Because they lacked magic! Although they could use their aura to form sothing that resembled the blood arts of a vampire, it was considerably weaker.
So...
Why were werewolves always placed directly at the top beside vampires as mbers of the top six races regarding danger, heritage and power?
It is because a werewolf's power increases through their emotions and desires.
However, this doesn't an their power can grow infinitely. The more intense a desire they have increases the amount of strength they gain.
Sotis double, but in rare cases with royal blood, it can reach as much as five tis its normal strength. What's more, the high nobility and royal bloodlines of werewolf clans have been trained vigorously from the mont they are born, both physically and ntally, to harness this power at will.
Thus, the other monsters fear the sheer brutal strength of their fellow monster.
Nikita was like most noble and royal children. Her abilities from both sides of her parents, which she trained and honed over years of hard work and effort, led to her distorted maturity.
However, Nikolai was different and didn't learn how to deal with these emotions or feelings. To make matters more drastic, from the mont his mother used her life to help him awaken as a hybrid, he lost almost three years of mories from when his training began.
These events ant Nikolai didn't know how to harness this power or control his emotions as a werewolf.
Normally, this wouldn't be much of an issue, yet during the ceremony, sothing went wrong and caused him to have his emotions sealed and locked deep inside himself.
So the mont he awakened, that seal began to crumble, and over fifteen years of feelings and desires leaked through the small doorway.
His Obsidian Tide was a miraculous and terrifying bloodline because of two things: it could rge, copy and perfect any bloodline below a god. Second, it amplified Nikolai's feelings, emotions and desires drastically.
So the mont Nikolai experienced the near-death mont and found Nikita gone from his sight, that seal completely shattered. Suddenly, all his desires and feelings that the seal held back exploded. Not to ntion because he was using his Lupus Diabolus form, which relies on the tainted Evil god's blood.
He lost control and rationality.
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Two wolves gazed at each other, the flas around the building flickering, growing as they devoured the surrounding oxygen as fuel for their destruction.
A sticky, black smoke billowed and rose from the lower floors as if seeking escape from anywhere possible. Yet the wolves didn't react or move, a sense of curiosity and wariness.
The true courtship of werewolves was never gentle but a brutal fight between which wolf would stand at the top and which would submit to the other.
Male and female didn't matter—the concept of victor and loser was the only importance because a normal werewolf would never love another person after losing their mate.
Nikita's mind was both disturbed and calm—trained to use this form of power. She could also keep thinking rationally despite her desires being so intense.
In reality, the reason for her strange attachnt and obsessive actions towards Nikolai was that she never released this state of mind.
If Nikolai was a once-in-a-billion miracle, then Nikita was a once-in-a-million genius.
'Nikolai... he said I am his?! Ah~ I have waited for those words for so long, even when that woman stole you from , and you forgot how we t and kissed that filthy leech!'
As Nikita thought of the vampire princess, a deep hatred filled her eyes, and her mind almost lost control. However, she quickly recovered because the wolf in front of her was far more important than the vampire.
She didn't see Nikolai as her future mate or her lover. To her, he was more than that since he appeared.
'He is my fate~ I won't let him stray again.'
With a deep breath, her thighs began to tighten, and then her body vanished from Nikolai's sight in a sudden flash of her beautiful white claws, small, sharp and elegant. His black eyes widened, the blue iris dilating before it focused into a vertical slit like a snake.
The mont Nikita's claws arrived in front of Nikolai's face, he moved his head to the left, allowing her claw to pass by harmlessly. Then he felt a heavy impact strike his chest, making him take a few steps back and throw his left fist out like a teor instinctively.
The sound of flesh tearing apart echoed through the room. A trail of blood followed Nikita as she landed on the other side of the room like a sack of rocks tossed from a window while Nikolai stood where he was.
He lifted his arm to reveal the wound on his chest, a deep wound that instantly healed, leaving only the blood splattered on his shirt and skin as a sign it ever existed.
He lifted his head to see a similar trail of blood from Nikita's shoulder as she landed with a heavy thud before she stood up, shaking herself. She tilted her head to the right to see the deep wound on her shoulder closing.
"I...love this..feeling..." Her voice was beautiful yet eerie, and the strange glow of her dull eyes beca stronger as the white werewolf grabbed her shoulder and snapped it back into the socket.
"So powerful... my organs felt like they were dancing," Nikita muttered. "I will enjoy this." She crouched down, her body growing smaller. Her ears flickered, watching Nikolai with her golden eyes as if waiting.
Nikolai's mind was chaotic, the feelings towards Nikita, both as a woman and enemy, constantly mixing, obsession, desire and delight. He didn't understand what he felt. The only thing he knew was that the mont he saw her, his mind beca filled with only her and the desire to crush her.
Nikolai couldn't handle these emotions and desires welling up in his mind, but thanks to that, his body moved almost entirely using instincts and began rembering the training he had forgotten because of the ceremony almost twenty years ago.
A smile filled his lips as he lowered his body, and then his body exploded, the muscles expanding and bones lengthening as they broke and reford.
His clothes ripped apart, and the assault was so fast that the sounds of tearing clothes and him pushing off the stone floor sounded like an explosion in the air.
His right hand turned into a fist, and the mont he arrived in front of Nikita, his left arm swung out in a powerful, sweeping motion.
She barely moved her head to the right, but that wasn't the end. As the left arm passed, the right arm swung, and then the left leg kicked out, followed by a right hook, left kick, right hook, left kick and so on.
Nikita's eyes were filled with delight and excitent as she ducked, jumped, avoided and moved around, almost touching and tasting the air around Nikolai as she dodged the barrage of attacks.
It was like a beast fighting a graceful fairy that floated around it like a butterfly.
"Co on... Co on... I can take it!" Nikita shouted, a mixture of both desire and madness in her tone.
As she dodged, her hands would touch the skin of his face and chest, then a part of his back and thighs. She made small marks where she poked his flesh with her claws, while her cheeks beca dark red, blushing, her breathing heavy.
Nikita was having the ti of her life. It was like a child who finally found sothing she lost and needed to play and experint with it.
"I am going to crush you!" Nikolai's voice was deep, and the mont he finished shouting, his left arm swung, and the right hand clenched into a fist as he tried to hit the white wolf's chest.
Nikita moved her head to avoid the fist, then crouched down to avoid the following punch, but the mont she did, Nikolai's eyes shone, the golden ring flashing as his twisted smile grew.
Instead of following the sa pattern, as she lowered her body, he rushed her with his shoulder and smashed her against the wall, cracking it.
"Kaha?!" Nikita's pupils dilated as she vomited blood, the feeling of her body breaking, her organs crushed, making her release an involuntary squeal.
However, even with his strength, Nikita didn't flinch or show any signs of her pain. Instead, she laughed and licked the blood that splashed on his lips before opening her mouth and biting his shoulder, then ripping the flesh apart.
She didn't stop there, grabbing his arm and kicking him back into the other side of the room. His muscular figure crushed and destroyed several pillars before his body flipped around and landed on the stone floor.
He rolled around for a mont before standing up and looking at his wound, which healed almost instantly.
"I... Love it!" Nikita giggled before she jumped, landing in front of Nikolai.
Nikolai responded with a fierce uppercut that caused a howl of wind and the surrounding dirt to form a small gale that swirled around his arm.
Nikita crossed her arms and used her aura to protect herself, but despite that, it wasn't enough to protect her from the impact of the attack.
Her body flew towards the ceiling, and then she crashed against it, creating a large hole.
Unlike the previous wound, her eyes opened wide as she lost her breath—with both arms broken, she looked at Nikolai in fear for a mont. Yet that was like a feather blowing through the wind as she rolled away, taking distance while panting.
'So powerful~ Even a single mistake and my body will break. Ah~ it hurts so much that I want to cry. If Nikolai hits again, then I might be dead!' Nikita's distorted thoughts echoed in her mind as her wounds dripped with blood.
Nikolai didn't give her a chance to catch her breath and rushed forward, his foot stomping against the ground, cracking the stone floor, but before he could attack her again, the sound of voices ca from below.
"The lady said she was here tonight for a date! Hurry." The voice was familiar to both the werewolves. It was a mber of the Fenrir clan.
'Lucas?' Nikita's madness began to decline as she rapidly returned to normal hearing his voice.
However, before she could call his na, two large black palms wrapped around her neck, holding her body a tre off the ground while tightly squeezing.
"Aggh.....Ughn...."
...and before she could react, a huge maw opened before her as Nikolai bit into her neck.
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