The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

The man smiled and said. "I am 1st disciple of your ancestor, Bjorn Zephyr."

Hearing such words, Ezra Zephyr could not help but go nuts. He lost words to speak, it took him quite a time to adjust his mind to an incoming tempest of abnormal information.

"It is an honour to meet you, disciple of Ancestor. That makes you my great great great grand uncle or maybe a few more greats in between, isn't it?" Ezra said with a smile, his evil and cunning self was not here at all.

The handsome man smiled and shook his head. "No, your majesty. I am not but a mere subject of yours, you are the hier of Master Bjorn's legacy." Said the handsome man.

"You are mistaken, senior. The current King is my father King Mirza Zephyr." Ezra corrected.

The man gently shook his head again. "I am not talking about the little Kingdom that resides at the end of the continent called Bloodfang, I am talking about the legacy of Master Bjorn." Answer the handsome man.

Ezra asked in a perturbed way. "Is it related to my martial spirit?"

"Yes, the one who will possess the Monstrous Wolf of Norse as his spirit and the bloodline of the Royal Werewolf family will become the hier of Master Bjorn's legacy." The Handsome Man explained.

"Fenrir, did you know about it?" The prince questioned.

"I had a hunch but when we came here, I was assured." The wolf replied.

"Then why didn't you inform me?" Ezra was slightly disappointed.

Fenrir looked at him and replied. "Because this is not something I should interfere in, this legacy is from Bjorn Zephyr as a king not Bjorn Zephyr as my host."

Ezra Zephyr was dumbfounded, he stared at the handsome man who was cheerfully smiling and asked. "Senior, what is your name?"

"My name is Ayrton Magnus, I am a Dragonkin." Said the handsome man.

Ezra Zephyr's eyes widened as he heard that. "A Dragonkin! A beastmen tribe that only exists in archaic records." He said to himself.

"Never ever have I thought that Dragonkins also live here!" Ezra said.

Ayrton smiled. "We exist, my liege. Our race is very powerful, only we and few others had the power to rival werewolves." He said.

This was another wave of shock for Ezra, the mighty Dragonkin are saying they could rival werewolves. Since when werewolves became that much power, the current image of werewolves hardly allow them to sit in the list of top 5 tribes in the beastmen race.

"What are you saying, senior? It is n-"

"My liege, call me Ayrton, it is my humble request." He beseeched.

Ezra nodded his head and continued. "Ayrton, please stand up, I don't know why did you compare werewolves with dragonkins but we are far below the mythical tribes.

Only my Red Wolf family is strong but not to the level of Dragonkins."

The handsome man Ayrton stood and leaned as he extended his hand towards the strange throne and said. "I will explain everything, Please sit on the throne, my liege."

Ezra scratched his head and took steps towards the strange throne on which Ayrton was sitting a few minutes ago.

Ezra sit on the throne, which was made of strange jade-like stones. The moment he sat, a strange sense of familiarity arose inside his chest as if the throne was itching for Ezra Zephyr, he felt like he could see the entirety of Spirity Bailiwick while sitting on that throne.

"My liege, may I explain from the very beginning." Asked the Dragonkin.

The prince of werewolves nodded his head and said. "Yes, please."

Hearing that the handsome Dragonkin stood respectfully, his long jet hair fluttered from the air as he opened his mouth.

"My liege, your ancestor, Master Bjorn was born in the upper realm but his fate was sealed when numerous factions united to eliminate him just because of the sole reason that he possesses the martial spirit of Fenrir.

He destroyed his martial prowess and came to the lower realm to hide. However, for a genius like him, it was not a big deal to reconstitute the martial prowess and he did so.

During that time, I met him. He saw potential in me and trained me to an extent that no one on this continent could rival me except him.

I even fought toe to toe with the Heavenly Demon of a sect called Spirit Devouring Mountain.

Spirit Devouring Mountain was the only sect that had absolute authority, but I destroyed it with my master being the judge.

Many things happened but they are irrelevant to mention. After defeating the Spirit Devouring Mountain, no one dared to even stare at us.

After that, Master Bjorn made the Bloodfang Empire to hide Fenrir and preserve his bloodline. He was in a rush, maybe he couldn't heal the wounds he received.

To cut the long story short, Master Bjorn ordered me to wait here until someone from his bloodline who possess Fenrir as well appear.

His words were 'Zephyr with Black Wolf will be my sole successor'.

I did what I was told without any question, and after waiting for thousands of years, the one who I waited for came." He ended as he looked at Ezra.

Ezra Zephyr looked at him with widened eyes, he lowered his head and pondered for a moment then asked. "Ayrton, what is the legacy of Ancestor Bjorn?"

"The dominion, my liege."

"The dominion! You mean the same dominion as that of Las Filipinas and Greek's?" Ezra became agitated.

"Indeed, my liege. This entire Spirity Bailiwick was the dominion of Master Bjorn in the upper realm."

Ezra's mind was in dilemma, the place that everyone desired to possess was actually waiting for him to come and claim.

The prince of werewolves was in deep heed. Ayrton spoke again. "However, my liege, you can not use the powers of dominion until you gather all the pieces of tokens."

"I knew it wouldn't be easy, there must be some sort of test or anything, right?" Asked Ezra.

"Haha, my liege is a smart man, you are correct. I knew you were the foretold successor of Master Bjorn and I could have saved all the trouble you faced which includes the deathly battles.

But I was forbidden to do any such thing, it was my test and you had to reach 1st place to pass it.

I was also aware of when those Filipino invaders came, but I let them roam. I watched your every move, and how you got your hands on the 'Dragon Pelt.' I knew you can handle them because from now on there will be many monstrous enemies.

The equilibrium is broken and many factions are sending their people in the lower realm to invade."

Ezra nodded his head, he looked calm but inside his head a storm was abrupting.

At that time something mystic happened, the body of Ayrton Magnus vibrated.

"Ayrton, what is happening to you?" Ezra inquired in worry.

"Nothing, my liege. My work has ended here, now I have to ascend and set the stage for your arrival." He said as he took out a necklace.

It has a wolf's head in it, surrounded by 5 empty sword scabbards, Ayrton waved his hand and a small sword came and went inside one of the empty scabbards.

"My liege, the remaining 4 swords are kept by the other 4 disciples of Master Bjorm. All of them are in this continent, you have to find them and pass their tests, once all swords will fill the scabbards. This dominion which is bigger than this continent will be yours.

And one more thing, my liege. Red Wolf family is not the royal family of Bloodfang but it is the Royal Family of all werewolves in the upper realm, including many major beastmen tribes."

With these words, the Dragonkin vanished into thin air.

"My liege, your loyal subject will wait for you in the upper realm." The voice of Ayrton Magnus resounded in the sky.

Ezra looked at the sky and murmured. "Fenrir, we need to talk."

"What is it, boy?" The Monstrous Wolf of Norse asked.

"What is a dominion?"

"You will know when the time will come."

"Who are the other 4 disciples of Ancestor Bjorn?"

"You will eventually meet them."

"Is the equilibrium of both realms broken as Ayrton mentioned?"

"Yes."

"Is our Red Wolf family the strongest family in the werewolf tribe?"

"Yes."

Ezra sighed after quick series of questions and answers. "We only have slightly better speed and power, can't believe we are best even in the upper realm."

"It's because your family hasn't lifted the restrictions." Said Fenrir.

Ezra flinched. "What restrictions?"

"The original name of your family by which the upper realm recognise it is 'Dracul Wolf Family' but Bjorn put restrictions on his bloodline and changed it to 'Red Wolf Family'."

Ezra was flummoxed by what he heard. "Dracul Wolf Family" he slowly repeated the words he heard from Fenrir.