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

Sliso stared at the scattered mess of the arena with a cruel look in his eyes.


Ezra Zephyr, you probably did not expect me to be even more ruthless than you, right? Sliso had not left himself any way to continue to fight after his bombardment. If Ezra Zephyr did not fall, there was no way Sliso was going to counter attack.


A mountain breeze blew past, blowing away the dust in the air.


The view gradually became clearer, revealing a scattered mess.


Every gaze was immediately cast over before their pupils abruptly shrank.


In the messy arena, the prince was still standing in the same spot, black lightning spiritual energy rising from his body, producing the sound of a terrifying rumble.


He stood inside his black lightning, his calm expression akin to a rippleless well. Countless cries of surprise echoed throughout the cliffs.


Another Kill