The_Novel_Man

[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.

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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.


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The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

"Such speed!" the bystanders' pupils shrank slightly. Kimba was now alarmingly quick.


The black shadow appeared in front of him like a phantom. However, Ezra roared, spiritual energy surging along the purple scales as he swung a hammer fist from over his head. "Bring it on!" He smirked.


Resplendent rays of purple light exploded from the fist as a faint silhouette of a giant purple dragon appeared. The power in the fist was tremendous enough to shatter a mountain, as it powerfully hacked at Kimba with dreadful force.


Kimba raised both arms in a cross above him, directly meeting the fists of the prince shining in purple.


Ripples that could be seen with the naked eye pulsed, directly fracturing the surrounding cliffs, while cracks swiftly grew on the stone stage below their feet.


However, not even a single wound had appeared on Kimba's thick black arms, the resultant force from their clash blowing away the prince instead.


8th Dragon