Black Wolf Ears の小説・ストーリー

“Why isn't he crying? Dante, give him to me!” Dante didn't answer. He was frozen. He watched the infant’s chest hitch. Slowly, the baby’s eyelids flickered. They didn't open to the dull brown of the Vane line or the obsidian of the Butcher. The eyes snapped open. They were wide, unblinking, and burning with a terrifying, incandescent amber. The glow was unmistakable—the mark of a born wolf, a phenomenon that hadn't happened in the natural world for three centuries.

She is a little thing but her wolf is muscled and toned, even if she is a little skinny for my liking but she is stunning. I watch as she locks onto my position and drops into a defensive stance as I walk closer then stop as she snapps a warning at me. I watch as my little mate tries to work through some stuff with her wolf. The little light grey almost silver wolf with black paws and little black tips on her ears, she is hands down the most beautiful creature. It's her eyes that are striking; they are a bright shade of green.

Drake looked at everyone and nodded, and the sound of bones cracking and rearranging sounded in the night, and all the wolves howled at the moon. The vast majority of wolves were gray or brown, or a mix of brown and gray, with the characteristic yellow eyes of their species. Yes, the wolf's eyes usually wore yellow. The only one with red eyes, the eyes of a true Alpha, was Fury, and that had always provoked reverence from everyone present. Hell was also admired, with his beautiful green eyes, which stood out from the black and glossy fur. Even Delilah's wolf, despite being almost entirely brown, had magnificent light brown eyes, almost hazel, and her mate, despite having a very small wolf, h

So when she saw what her wolf looks like with that freaking fur color and her stupid birthmark stamped on her chest she swore so badly that if grandma could understand what was coming out of her mouth, she definitely would have washed Neffie's mouth with everything she could find to disinfect it. And her next distress was caused by her abnormal wolf figure!!! Her wolf's body was covered with beautiful long blood red colored fur, and her front toes and the whole area below the knees of her back legs, the insides of her ears, along with the lower part of her mussel, and the small area above eyebrows were pure white, while the tip of her tail and her back were thick black. And very unusually he

It was them, my mates! Ezekiel, Osiris’s wolf, a big, black and silver wolf with golden-green eyes. Xavier, Benji’s wolf, a large, light grey wolf with blue eyes. Kael, Andrew’s wolf, not quite the size of Xavier, but slightly larger than Ezekiel, dark brown in color with copper eyes. Barrett, Evander’s wolf, the same size wolf as Ezekiel with a brindle coloring of black, grey, and brown, with piercing green eyes.

I asked, my voice almost lost in the wind. He looked down, staring at me with eyes filled with dark memories. "It's so clear. It's been playing like a broken record in my head since I was a child. That wolf had a distinctive feature I couldn't possibly mistake." He paused, his jaw tightening. "It was a black wolf, with a long scar across its temple, right near its glowing green eyes." My world seemed to stop spinning. It felt like being doused with ice water in the middle of winter. A long cut across the temple... a permanent scar near its green eye...

Upon closer inspection, Hayley noted that the wolf in the centre had red rubies for the eyes and seemed to be howling at a black moon. She scratched at her head, thinking that there was no way any of those idiots her age could have made such an incredible illusion.

I laughed as I looked at the image of the snow demon. Both visions disappeared and the image of my she-wolf remained in front of me. So she was talking to me? The she-wolf turned her head to one side and there appeared the image of the black wolf Michael in animal essence. He looked at my moon, not tearing his fiery gaze. But the moon turned away in the opposite direction, where the image of the snow demon, Marun, appeared. He was also in his true essence as a demonic beast. The white wolf also looked intently into the eyes of my she-wolf. There was snow in his eyes. The moon turned away from him in my direction, thereby making it clear that it was still up to me to choose.

Was her final destination with these two creatures? Izabella gulped as she saw the creature's fangs begin to bare. Its distinguishing traits include almond-shaped eyes with corners that align with the ears' outer bases. The wolf's eyes are inclined to be slanted closer to the face. This oblique slant generates a 45-degree inclination in the front from the eyes to the ears. She took a leisurely, deep breath as she examined the beast's characteristics. She thought that she was about to be attacked by a wolf. But a sharp howl took his attention away.

He needed to be near her. Liv sucked in a breath when she saw the wolf slowly step from the trees. Damn! Apparently, she hadn't been dreaming. It was the same giant, white wolf with the ice blue eyes. She stood stock still watching the animal. He was simply stunning, like no other wolf she had ever seen. Pure white wolves were rare as their color made them easy to spot and they were often killed as pups. She didn't think she'd ever seen one in the wild. He wasn't albino though. He had black tips to his ears and his tail and an interesting pattern of swirls across his chest. Those intense blue eyes locked on hers as if he was trying to make up his mind about something. Instead of attacking or