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

"The poison is too domineering. Only something as tyrannical as it can suppress it." Master Tarar's eyes flashed in thought, before she promptly said, "Come out."

Just as he said that, a strange arm-sized snake hopped over from his sleeve, flickering out its tongue when it arrived at Master Tarar's side in a bid to please him.

However, Master Tarar ignored its attempt at geniality. Instead, he stared at it as if he had a plan in mind.

Under his gaze, the snake seemed to feel that something was amiss and began to slowly back away.

However, it had only moved a little, before Master Tarar reached out, lifting it by the neck as he said, "I have been feeding you for quite a number of years. Isn't it time for you to do something for me?"

The strange small snake had a pitiful expression on its face as it looked at Master Tarar.

Arm-Sized Snake