The_Novel_Man

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.

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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.


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The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

On the golden platform, the prince was in a sweat. His eyes fixated on the Demonic Mountain, a wavering smoky figure was hovering towards him.


What he saw was an addled shadow, its face was clandestine and its body was blurry like the very definition of shadow.


The shadowy figure finally came closer, the nearer it came the scarier its aura became.


The shadow stood before Ezra, around 10 meters away, it looked huge like a dark cave entrance.


1 minute - 2 minutes - 7 minutes - 15 minutes passed yet the shadow didn't speak neither it moved.


"Fenrir, should I ask him who is he?" He asked Fenrir.


Fenrir quickly retorted. "No, the one who'll speak first will lose. It is obvious who is it, one thing is sure that it doesn't have ill intentions towards you. Just stay alert and act clever."


The dead silence carried out for half an hour until the shadow spoke. "WHAT IS YOUR INTENTION?"


Ezra quickly covered his ears, blood popped out of his nose and his mind became giddy. 


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