Chapter 558 - : 558 : The Savior!

Chapter 558: Chapter : 558 : The Savior!

In village square, the wolf with the pink mane, stood with authority, her claws were razor-sharp, gleaming with the promise of violence.

Below her, pressed beneath one massive paw, trembled a young bunny boy no older than ten. His small body shook violently, tears streaming down his fluffy cheeks as he called out desperately.

"Mommy... please help me! Don’t let them take me!"

His mother, a beautiful mature bunny woman and eyes full of maternal love, lay prostrated on the ground before the wolves. Her voice rang out clear and begging. "Please! Please! Let my son go! Take me instead! Just let him go! I’ll do anything—give your mercy!"

Around the square, the other bunnies huddled inside their tents, peeking through frayed curtains with wide, terrified eyes. Mothers clutched their children close to their chests, praying silently to the Goddess for protection.

Beside the pink-maned wolf, the wolf with a thick maroon mane growled low in her throat, raising one razor claw as if she already imagined striking the mothers. "You insolent bunny... You dare to tell us what to do? We could end you in a single swipe!"

She is a heavily scaled and brutish, with an enormous broad body covered almost entirely in dark black, charcoal, and brown-black scales. The scales have a hard, pebble-like texture and overlap tightly across the torso, shoulders, legs, neck, and tail, giving the creature the appearance of being naturally encased in dragon-like armor. Subtle reddish-brown highlights appear between the scales, particularly where the body catches the light.

Its mane is enormous and extremely wild, consisting of long, thick crimson-marron hair. The hair extends from the crown over the entire back of the skull, hangs heavily around both sides of the face, and continues down the neck and shoulders like a gigantic wolf’s mane.

This Uldiren possesses four prominent horns. Two are enormous primary horns positioned on either side of the upper forehead, rising vertically before curving outward and slightly backward; they are thick, segmented, and black with subtle metallic-gray highlights, ending in razor-sharp tips. Behind and between the main horns are two additional narrower horns, also dark black and ridged, projecting upward from the upper rear portion of the skull. Together they create a four-horned crown around the head.

The face is broad and heavily armored, with a powerful wolf-like muzzle, large black nose, pronounced brow, and a thick jaw. Its eyes are bright, sinister red, glowing from beneath the shadow of the mane.

The ears are tall and pointed, rising between the mane and horns. Its heavy jaw and exposed facial structure suggest an extremely powerful bite.

Its shoulders are enormous, and its front legs are thick enough to resemble pillars, covered in dense black scales and ending in gigantic paws equipped with long, thick, curved black claws.

The hind legs are equally powerful, supporting the creature’s massive weight. Numerous small scales and armored ridges cover the limbs, while larger pointed structures appear around the shoulders and joints.

Its tail is extraordinarily long and thick, beginning heavily at the rear of the body and extending upward into a massive arc over its back. It is covered in dark overlapping scales and countless sharp dorsal spikes, with the spikes becoming particularly prominent along the upper curve and toward the end. The tail tapers gradually into a narrow pointed tip.

The third wolf stopped her instantly. Her voice was calm, yet laced with cold calculation. "Stop."

She is a sleek but extremely muscular red-scaled predator, with a long, athletic torso, pronounced shoulders, powerful forelegs, heavily developed hind legs, and a thick tail. Its scales are predominantly deep crimson-red and blood-red, with darker burgundy tones around the underside and joints.

The individual scales are small, rounded, and tightly packed, creating a fine reptilian armor across the entire body. Brilliant violet-purple energy markings spread across the scales in branching patterns, particularly around the shoulders, upper forelegs, thighs, ribs, and portions of the neck; some markings form circular or rune-like shapes.

Along its spine is a continuous line of sharp, dark red-to-black dorsal spines, each one pointing backward and becoming especially prominent around the hips and tail. Its mane is a huge mass of deep crimson, wine-red, and dark burgundy hair, long and coarse, sweeping backward from the crown and spreading around the sides of the face and neck.

The mane is particularly thick around the head, giving it a leonine silhouette while retaining a distinctly wolfish appearance.

She had no horns on her head.

Its face is long and angular, with a narrow wolf-like muzzle, pronounced cheek structure, exposed fangs, and an open snarling mouth. Its eyes are intensely glowing violet-purple, narrow and hostile beneath the dark red brow.

The nose is black, while the facial scales transition from crimson into almost black around the muzzle. Its ears are tall, pointed, and partly hidden within the mane. The forelegs are long and powerful, with the muscles clearly defined beneath the red scales; the limbs possess numerous backward-facing spikes and purple markings. Each foot has several long, thin, black curved claws, giving the paws almost talon-like proportions.

The hind legs are similarly powerful but slightly more digitigrade, emphasizing its speed and predatory agility. Its tail is exceptionally thick at the base and covered in red scales, dark armor plates, and rows of large backward-pointing black-red spikes. It rises dramatically behind the body and curves upward, with the spines becoming particularly dense toward the upper section.

The maroon mane wolf growled toward, demanding. "Why? They’re nothing but prey."

The red-maned wolf tilted her head, ears twitching with cold logic. "Because they’ll be delicious food for us. We don’t want to ruin good meat, do we?"

The maroon-maned wolf paused, then gave a slow nod, her eyes gleaming. "You have a point."

A sudden burst of loud, mocking laughter came from the fourth wolf. She threw her head back, claws flexing on the ground. "Girls... we’re here to find that human, not for comedy hour! Focus!"

She is a colossal, heavily built wolf with a distinctly malberryandmagenta coloration, and its most defining feature is the singlelarge horn on the left side of its head. Its body is covered in tightly packed, reptilian deep wine-red, crimson-magenta, and dark purple scales.

The scales are relatively small and rounded over the torso, while becoming larger and more pronounced around the shoulders, thighs, neck, and limbs. The coloration shifts from dark burgundy in shadow to rich metallic magenta where the light catches the scales. Numerous portions of its body contain thin, luminous violet-purple patterns, appearing like veins or magical energy running beneath and between the scales. These patterns are particularly prominent across the shoulders, upper forelegs, sides of the torso, hips, and hind legs.

On the visible side of its torso is a distinctive vertical arrangement of pale lavender-white circular scales/plates, forming an irregular line down the flank and contrasting strongly against the dark magenta body. Along its spine and the rear of its body are numerous small, sharp purple-black spines, giving the back a jagged armored silhouette.

Its mane is enormous and extremely thick, consisting of long, wild midnight-blue to blue-black hair with subtle violet highlights.

The mane begins at the crown and completely surrounds the head, flowing outward around the cheeks and neck before spreading over the upper shoulders and back.

The individual strands are long, coarse, pointed, and swept backward, producing a dramatic lion-like ruff around an unmistakably wolf-shaped head.

On the left side of the forehead rises its single enormous horn. The horn emerges directly from the upper-left portion of the skull, immediately above and behind the eye region, and curves upward and slightly inward/backward. It is long, narrow, and sharply tapered, with a dark black-violet base transitioning into richer purple along the ridges.

The face is narrow and distinctly lupine, with a long tapered muzzle, pronounced cheekbones, a dark nose, and a powerful jaw filled with long, sharp ivory-colored fangs. Its facial scales are predominantly malberry colored, becoming brighter around the forehead, bridge of the nose, and cheekbones. Fine violet markings run through the facial scales, emphasizing the contours of the skull. Its eyes are exceptionally striking: bright turquoise-green, luminous against the dark mane and magenta face, with narrow predatory pupils.

The ears are pointed and partially buried within the enormous mane. Its mouth is open in a threatening snarl, exposing numerous sharp upper and lower teeth and emphasizing the length of its muzzle.

The body itself is extremely muscular and powerful, with gigantic shoulders, thick forelegs, a deep chest, a broad ribcage, and heavily developed hindquarters. The forelegs are especially massive, covered in magenta-purple scales and numerous small spikes, and terminate in broad paws with long, curved, glossy black claws.

Each foot has several prominent hooked claws, resembling a mixture of wolf talons and dragon claws.

The hind legs are somewhat more compact but equally powerful, giving the beast a crouched, predatory stance.

Its tail is extraordinarily long and thick, beginning from the powerful hindquarters and extending upward behind the body before forming a dramatic large curved loop over its back.

Almost the entire length of the tail is lined with numerous backward-pointing, blade-like spikes, creating a serrated silhouette. Violet energy-like highlights run between the scales and around the spikes, particularly along the upper curve. The tail gradually becomes thinner toward its sharply tapered end.

The fifth wolf with added, "They’re too stupid to focus."

She has a massive, low-slung quadrupedal body built with extremely broad shoulders, a deep chest, thick forelegs, powerful hindquarters, and a heavily muscular torso. Its body is covered in dark violet-black scales, ranging from almost pure midnight blue to deep indigo and purple.

The scales are small, tightly overlapping, and give the creature an armored, reptilian texture rather than ordinary wolf fur. Bright violet-purple energy-like lines and subtle purple highlights run between portions of the scales, especially around the shoulders, legs, back, and tail.

Its mane is enormous and extremely dense, consisting of long, wild, dark black hair, with individual strands radiating outward from the crown and flowing around the cheeks, neck, shoulders, and upper back. The mane has a slightly glossy blue-violet sheen. It possesses two primary horns, one on each side of the upper forehead, rising from the skull and curving upward with a slight outward sweep before tapering into extremely sharp points.

The horns are deep black-purple, heavily segmented, ridged, and covered with numerous small irregular spikes along their outer edges; brilliant violet energy appears to glow through the grooves between the segments. Smaller pointed protrusions surround the bases of the horns and blend into the mane. Its forehead is narrow and heavily scaled, with a central ornamental marking between the horns.

The face is distinctly wolf-like but unusually sinister, with a long tapered muzzle, broad cheekbones, a black nose, sharp fangs, and a powerful jaw. Its eyes are bright emerald-green with a luminous turquoise tint, narrow and predatory beneath the heavy brow. The ears are pointed and partially concealed by the thick mane.

Its forelegs are enormously muscular and covered in dark scales, ending in broad paws with five long, curved, glossy black claws on each visible foot. Sharp spines protrude backward from portions of the limbs and along the shoulders. Its back is heavily armored and rises toward a powerful rump before transitioning into a very long, thick, serpentine tail. The tail is covered in overlapping purple-black scales and rows of sharp backward-pointing spikes, curves dramatically upward, and coils through the air before tapering to a narrow tip.

The three wolves looked at her nervously, ears flattening. The boy, still trembling beneath the pink leader’s claw, suddenly began to cry again. "L-let me go! Please! Mommy!"

The pink-maned wolf lifted her head, her voice now filled with icy authority as she stared down at the terrified mother. "Tell me... where is that human who dared to take what belongs to our Lord? If you don’t answer, I will crush your spawn beneath my paw and make you watch."

The mother’s eyes filled with fresh tears. She reached out with shaking hands, voice breaking. "Please... let him go... I’ll tell you everything! Just let him go! I beg you!"

The boy, despite the fear, suddenly clenched his small teeth together. His whole body shook, but he forced the words out, voice trembling and high-pitched. "D-don’t! Mommy... please... The Goddess has sent him to protect us! We... we can’t sell him out!"

His voice cracked into a sob, but the words kept coming. "... We can’t betray him. He’s our savior..."

The maroon-maned wolf’s eyes narrowed in rage. She raised both claws, fangs bared. "You! I will kill you right here!"

Before she could strike, a sudden, overwhelming pressure slammed into the four wolves their left.

An invisible force—thick, hot, and impossibly strong—hit them like a freight train. They were lifted off their feet and hurled backward in a chaotic tangle of limbs and fur. They skidded across the dirt, claws scraping furrows, and crashed into a cluster of empty tents with loud thuds.

Every bunny inside the tents froze in awe and terror, mouths hanging open. The mother sat stunned.

The boy slowly opened his eyes, blinking in confusion. Then he heard footsteps—deep, confident, and powerful—approaching.

A soft, reassuring voice spoke from just ahead. "Boy... that was a great show of bravery. I am deeply impressed."

The boy’s head snapped toward the source. There, walking calmly toward them was Aiden Nightshade himself. The air around him seemed to tremble with fear and respect. The boy’s face immediately lit up with pure admiration, pride, and submission all at once. He sat up shakily, eyes wide.

His mother reacted instantly. She scrambled forward, throwing her arms around him and pulling his small body against her massive, soft chest. She hugged him tightly, crying openly. "My brave boy... my baby..."

Aiden reached them in a few long strides. The mother, still holding her son, immediately prostrated herself before him, pushing the boy down so he prostrated too. "Lord Aiden! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for saving my son! I owe you everything!"

Aiden chuckled warmly, the sound gentle and full of warmth. "I promised... didn’t I? I always keep my word."

The boy beamed up at him like he was looking at a living god. "Lord Aiden... I knew! I knew you’d come to save us!"

Aiden smiled kindly and knelt to the boy’s level, resting one large hand gently on the boy’s head and petting him softly. "Boy... what’s your name?"

The boy’s eyes sparkled with joy. "Naya... Lord Aiden... My name is Naya!"

Aiden’s smile deepened, eyes shining with genuine pride. "Naya... I see great potential in you. I am going to train you to be strong. Strong enough to stand beside me."

The boy’s mouth fell open in disbelief. "Really?!"

Aiden nodded, still smiling. "Really."

Naya looked back at his mother, eyes shining. "Mommy, you hear that?"

The mother nodded delicately, tears still streaking her beautiful face, her smile trembling with happiness. "Mmm... yes, Naya."

Aiden’s gaze then drifted slowly over the mother’s milfy body—her full, heavy breasts straining against her tribal clothes, her wide, plush hips. He looked at her like a man who had just discovered a feast. A dark, dangerous smile curved his lips. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her twitching bunny ears as he whispered only she could hear.

"And you... why don’t you become my wife? You’re single, right?"

Her eyes widened instantly. A deep blush exploded across her cheeks and ears, spreading all the way to the tips. She was completely speechless, mouth opening and closing like a fish. "W-what... Lord Aiden?"

Before she could answer, the five Uldrien wolves slowly pushed themselves to their feet, groaning and shaking dirt from their fur. The maroon-maned one snarled in pure anger. "What was that?!"

The black-maned wolf stood fully, growling low. "Look the way it came from—stupid!"

The malberry-scaled wolf blinked, ears twitching in confusion. "B-but... what was that power? I feel like I broke some bones..."

The pink-maned leader’s eyes widened in shock. "T-that’s him..."

"He can’t be this strong." The red mane wolf murmered in disbelieve.

The maroon-maned wolf’s fury turned deadly. She dropped into a low crouch, claws extended. "I-I will kill him myself!"

She launched forward, sprinting straight toward Aiden at blinding speed.

Aiden noticed her coming and simply stood up, voice calm but firm. "Girl, move them somewhere safe. Now."

From behind him, Mimi and Nessa had already moved. They rushed to the mother and Naya, gently pulling the boy to his feet and guiding the trembling mother away with soft, protective arms. The villagers watched in stunned silence, the air still thick with fear and awe.

Aiden turned his head and grinned at the charging wolf, a predatory light flickering in his eyes. "Let’s dance."

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END OF Chapter : 558 : THE SAVIOR!

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