Ginger Wolf の小説・ストーリー

Overall, I commanded respect and fear from all who crossed my path. Gustav's wolf was a lean and agile creature, with a thick coat of soft, silver fur that shimmered in the moonlight. His eyes were a piercing green, full of intelligence and curiosity. As he moved, its muscles rippled beneath its fur, highlighting its power. Its long, sharp claws clicked against the ground as it prowled through the forest, waiting to run. We made our way back to our village, Gustavo spoke up, "I can't believe she was so rude to us. We were just trying to help." He mindlinked me, trying to bring up a discussion as we walked home.

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

"T h a n k... y o u... f o r... c o m i n g... b a c k... f o r.. m e." He softly whispered in Gia's ear who could only smile in response. Suddenly a large wolf appeared in front of them making them stop on their steps. Gia tightly held Sylvester's body as she felt scared seeing that big wolf. She knew that was an alpha wolf The wolf glanced at them and growled as his eyes shone bright red while Sylvester tried to hide Gia behind him. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

I felt a drop of something fall on my exposed shoulder. I touched it and saw what it was; slobber. As I looked up I saw the red colored collar that was around the wolf that was still in its cage. The tag for this behemoth said Eyolf which was Lucky Wolf in Norwegian. If I survived this Elijah and I would have a long talk about his definition of “dogs.” As Connor made another lunged for me I felt my wolf claw her way to the surface. I complied as I felt my skin crawl and my nails extend to claws.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

Roger nodded but didn't take eyes off of her, he could also feel Telly watching her, pushing forward. "Must be some large she wolf" Gabby smirked "hope she is a red head" Roger glared at him for a moment then turned his attention back to the gray wolf in question. The sun was up and he was actually getting a good look at her for the first time, all dark gray not a spec of any other color, definitely could be mistaken for a black wolf, of a night. Even a young alpha wolf he supposed, but he already knew different was a high ranked warrior.

Beatrice barked, making Greta sob. “He’s not dangerous.” She sniffed. I glared at the young man. He was still a teenager, like Greta. At best, he’d be nineteen. Using my wolf vision, I could tell he wasn’t an ordinary wolf but a warrior wolf. “He has greater strength than you, Greta.” I said. She looked up at me and saw my eyes were reddish-orange, she understood I was checking him. “But he said he was an omega.” she looked at him.

They each gave us a brief story of how they lived before coming to the Brightwater Pack, and they were all touching. The first wolf, Gasper, was only 17 years old. He was separated from the pack and his family when he was just a baby, and was raised by humans in Britain. It was quite obvious since he had a thick British accent. He said he always knew he was different, having heightened senses and great anger issues. Even though he didn't know it yet, his wolf was working even before he became alive in him.

I led Winter into the woods, finding a secluded spot, and patiently waited for her to shift. Observing her quietly, I marvelled as she gracefully removed her clothes and transformed into her wolf form, the elegant and beautiful Kira. Her fur, a soothing beige, looked incredibly soft and abundant, setting her apart from the typical appearance of a wolf. It gave her an air of gentleness and fragility, but I knew better than to underestimate her; as a gamma, Kira possessed strength and resilience.

It was a big wolf, almost the same size as Jay. Jay on the other hand, seemed slightly surprised at the wolf's bravery and strength. He knew who the wolf was, he was all so used to her smell, even though it smelled disgusting at the moment. Tearing his gaze from her in wolf form, he pawed his way to where Gorah was stood. His nude form was simply disgusting no doubt. With his protruding stomach and flabby skin and the black unattractive tattoo of a flaming serpent inscripted unto his upper right breast. With no time to waste, Jason shifted so he was towering Gorah. Now Gorah wasn't in the mood to laugh anymore, he stared wide eyed at June and wondered how she so effortlessly took out Oscar.