Naruto Wolf の小説・ストーリー

Amid chaos and turmoil, the golden bright light dissipated, revealing the majestic figure of Skylark Bluedawn in her wolf form. She was a beautiful white wolf with a striking gold stripe adorning her forehead. Growling fiercely, she stared down Wolf Arthur, challenging him with every fiber of her being. Meanwhile, Wolf Payne struggled to get up, whimpering as he yearned to protect his beloved mate.

Nikau's wolf form was a sight to behold. His fur was a rich, golden color that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. He was lean and muscular, his legs ending in powerful paws with sharp claws that could easily tear through flesh. His tail was long and bushy, and his ears were tall and pointed. His eyes, once dull and filled with pain, now shone bright and alert. He was a magnificent creature, and I could not help but feel a sense of pride and gratitude to have him as my companion.

Alpha Goan knew this wasn't how his son's wolf dominates him, what's happening? Before he could make another blink, Alpha Lucius already changed to his wolf which was originally white but this time, it had stripes of black at the tip of its nose. In a second, it attacked Luna Howell that was still by the window.

A magnificent silver wolf, its fur glistening in the morning sunlight, stood tall and proud, its presence radiating power and controlled fury. For a fleeting moment, I thought it might be Nate, a beacon of salvation in our darkest hour. But as the wolf stalked towards the approaching rogues, a strange sense of unease settled in my stomach. This wolf was larger, with a battle-scarred face and piercing blue eyes that held an unsettling familiarity. It wasn’t Mate – but who was it, and why was it helping us?

“You arrogant shit! I don’t care what you say, Bell. I’m taking him down for insulting the Goddess!” PHWOOP! “Niro!” Bell hissed. “Not here! Shit!” Rum spun around, bringing me along with him, and I saw it—the wolf of the guy, whose name I reckoned to be Niro. It/He was slightly smaller than Rum, with dark brown fur, yellow eyes and sharp fangs. I stared at it in awe and fear. “Whatever you do, don’t let go of my hand,” Rum whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

The old wolf snarled, circling with cautious respect now, sensing the storm behind her eyes. Then with a fierce cry—a raw, unbroken howl—Nuri lunged forward. She struck with precision and power honed from every trial, every scar, every silent promise to herself. She caught the old wolf’s flank, driving it to the ground with a brutal twist that rattled the arena walls. The wolf scrambled, fought to rise, but Nuri’s weight pinned it hard—unyielding, relentless. Her eyes blazed with fierce victory, glowing with the wild spirit of a true warrior.

He is across the room in a flash, and by the sides of Mateo’s wolf Nyko and Javier’s wolf Nero. Both a deep brown colouring, Nyko had a lighter brown undertone to his fur and amber eyes. Nero had a darker brown undertone to his fur and deep brown eyes. Both wolves are familiar to me as they were warriors when I first shifted at the age of 17, not to mention close friends of my family. I had trained with them many times and knew they were skilled fighters but they were to be the first to leave this fight as arranged, which I knew would drive them crazy.

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

Then the ludicrousness of her thought popped up and she locked eyes with him again. "Stop using that voice on me." "For being so young and so new, you really are quite strong. I think you're going to make a fine addition around here. Lesser wolves can't speak to me that way." "That's a horrible way to talk about your pack." "It's not horrible if it's the truth." James shrugged. "All wolves are not created equal." "Then what makes me so special?" "If there were a rhyme or reason I would tell you. Strong genes?"