The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Ivar was baffled, after a pause he nodded wildly and clenched Ezra's hand with his both. The prince gave a bright smile before pivoting his head towards the werewolf soldiers.

"Guards, bring out the 6th-grade cubic pills," said Ezra Zephyr.

Receiving the order, Imperial Guard paid no heed and pulled up the box. The box was not your average mundane one, it was of gold, embedded with twinkling pearls. God knows who engraved such delicacy on a box.

As the box was opened, there were 14 pills. "Huhh! Didn't Fenrir say he got 98 pills? He must have saved the remaining 84" Ezra Zephyr pondered. He scratched his head in dismay before speaking. "Give these nine 6th grade spirit pills to these 9 people."

The entirety of werewolves was shocked, the first one to regain his senses was Pollard Whitefang.

He cleared his throat loudly to wake the rest, but his action was futile. Finding no other option, he yelled "Attention, Imperial Guards! Those who will lose their composure in front of the King and Crown Prince shall face severe punishment."

This was more than enough for everyone to gain their senses back, Pollard was not only a commander but was also the instructor and teacher of young guards. His rough and tough nature horrified the young guards, the only kid who saw the loving side of Pollard was Ezra Zephyr.

The King stepped forward and picked 1 cubic spirit pill and gave it to Rockey Whitefang, then he moved to the side and stood in front of Jani Galearms. Two guards carried the box and moved alongside the King. In the same manner, the King distributed the pills to all young ones.

"I want you nine to listen to me carefully, the pills you just received are spirit pills. Each pill contains a powerful 6th-grade spirit, consume it and you will awaken a 6th-grade spirit. There is no need to be surprised, as for how to consume it, I will teach you later. From today onwards, you will be known as 9 Supernovas of Bloodfang Kingdom"

All nine young werewolves bowed and accept the gifts and monicker. After which, the King gave a signal and all nine moved to the sidelines. "Aside from these nine all other 991 guards will get the 4th-grade spirit."

The faces of werewolves were brimming with happiness. In this world power was everything, even an unsound person will jump in joy if he gets a higher grade spirit. Prior to this, no one dreamt that their spirits can be changed to a higher level.

After deciding on the distribution amongst guards, Ezra whispered something in Mirza's ear.

"Commander Pollard, come with me and bring the Supernovas as well." The King said.

The small group stood away from the rest of the guards, and Ezra Zephyr spoke. "You 9 are the future of Bloodfang Kingdom, I will be gone for a few years. Until that time cultivate here and use those pills to reach new realms, this information must not leak no matter what."

Everyone quietly nodded and Ezra continued. "The remaining five 6th grade cubic pills must be given to young genius werewolves, choose those children wisely. As for the 5th-grade cubic pills, give them to all other werewolves. All the pills must be spent on werewolves and werewolves only."

The Prince looked at Commander "Uncle Pol, this task will be handled by you. You must not reveal those young werewolves to the world until I come back."

"As you command, Crown Prince" Pollard replied respectfully.

"Soon, we will change the Bloodfang Kingdom into the mighty Bloodfang Empire." Ezra said, his eyes had a strange blaze in them, the blaze of unbreakable resolve.

The King calmly watched his son, Ezra looked at his father and said "I must go now, father."

"I understand, you can go now, you have your own battle to fight" said Mirza as he hugged his son. This time, there were no wet eyes or tears but bright smiles.

Without wasting any time, Ezra Zephyr took his steps towards the cave. The rest of the people kept looking at his back, who would have thought that the kind prince they know will die inside and the one who will come out will be a completely different person.

Not long after, the prince vanished from their sight as he entered the cave.

Ezra Zephyr reached the statue of Fenrir. "I am ready," he said.

The same flashy blinding light engulfed him and when he opened his eyes, he was in the timberland, standing before the gigantic wolf of Norse.

"You are good at wasting precious time boy" Fenrir said with his thunderous voice.

"I apologise, this was something I had to do, in order to concentrate on training." The werewolf prince replied.

"I am not here to hear weak excuses, hurry up and wear those chainless shackles." Fenrir pointed towards a stone table.

Ezra glanced over there and saw four thick shackles. Two for hands and two for legs, he went and pick them up. Each weighs 3 kg, after wearing them. He found it hard to take even normal steps.

"You will be here for 5 years, and this entire time these shackles will be your jewellery. Their weight will increase as you progress."

Ezra Zephyr said nothing and firmly looked at Fenrir as if he doesn't give a fuck.

"Hoho, I like your attitude boy. Now it's time to hammer you into a fine fighter."