The Wolf God’s Wrath

The Rise of the Moon's Chosen

Chapter 14: The Wolf God's Wrath

The void trembled as Marcos charged toward Fenrir, his Moonfire Dagger burning in his grasp.

The great wolf let out a tremendous roar, and waves of black fire spread toward Marcos, warping the space around them.

Marcos leapt high, spinning midair, and slashed through the flames, his blade cutting a path through the darkness.

But Fenrir was waiting.

A massive claw swung at him from the side.

Marcos barely twisted in time, the wind from the strike tearing at his clothes as he landed on the shifting ground beneath them.

Fenrir's golden eyes glowed with amusement.

"You fight well, Chosen One."

Marcos wiped the sweat from his brow. "I'm not here to entertain you."

Fenrir let out a low chuckle, his voice echoing like a storm.

"Then why are you here, boy? Do you truly believe you can stop fate?"

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The Breaking of Chains

Marcos didn't answer.

He tightened his grip on the Moonfire Dagger, feeling the pulse of its ancient power.

He could sense it now—the source of Fenrir's strength.

The chains binding Fenrir's massive body glowed with moonlight, but cracks had begun to appear in them.

Each battle Marcos had fought, each trial he had passed—had weakened the seal.

This wasn't just a prison.

It was a battlefield of souls.

If Fenrir broke free, it wouldn't just be Marcos who suffered. The entire world would fall.

Fenrir watched him carefully. "You understand now, don't you?"

"Your fight is meaningless."

Marcos' silver eyes flashed.

"We'll see about that."

He dashed forward, faster than before, his dagger aimed straight for Fenrir's heart.

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The Clash of Titans

Fenrir moved like a wind, his massive form shifting through the void.

He lunged—**fangs bared—**but Marcos rolled beneath his strike, coming up just in time to slash across the beast's chest.

A burst of white fire surged from the wound.

Fenrir growled in pain.

But instead of weakening, his form **shimmered—**and suddenly, Marcos was no longer in control.

A force unlike anything he had ever felt wrapped around his body.

He gasped, trying to move, but his limbs were still .

And then—he was no longer himself.

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The Vision of the Moonborn

Marcos stood in a different place now.

The battlefield was gone.

Instead, he was standing in a vast temple, its walls covered in ancient runes.

Before him, a woman bathed in silver light stood.

Her eyes were the color of the moon, her presence both terrifying and beautiful.

"The Lunar Goddess…" Marcos whispered.

She gazed at him, sorrow in her eyes. "You are the Chosen, Marcos. But even you cannot stop what is coming."

Marcos clenched his fists. "Then tell me how to fight him."

The goddess stepped forward, placing a hand over his heart.

And suddenly—Marcos saw everything.

The truth of Fenrir's imprisonment.

The cycle of war and blood that had been repeating for centuries.

And most of all—his own role in it.

He wasn't just a warrior.

He was the key.

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The Awakening

The vision shattered.

Marcos gasped, stumbling back into the battle, the Lunar Goddess' words ringing in his mind.

Fenrir's golden eyes narrowed. "You have seen the truth."

Marcos looked up, fire burning in his gaze.

"Yes. And I know how to stop you now."

A surge of silver light erupted from his body.

His **wolf form shifted—**growing larger, stronger, his fur now shimmering with celestial fire.

Fenrir let out a snarl. "So you would defy me until the end?"

Marcos lifted the Moonfire Dagger.

"I will fight for my people. For my pack. For the world."

He launched forward—the final battle had begun.

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To Be Continued…

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What's Next in Chapter 15?

The final clash between Marcos and Fenrir.

The full reveal of Marcos' true destiny.

The fate of the werewolf world decided.