Sirius Black Dog の小説・ストーリー

Ronan didn’t deny it. “They didn’t just suppress your wolf,” he said quietly. “They suppressed you. Your memories. Your instincts. Your sense of belonging.” I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. “Who?” I asked. Ronan hesitated. “Say it.” “It was authorized by the Alpha Council,” he said. “But carried out by one pack.” My stomach dropped. “Which one?” He met my gaze. “Blackthorn.” The world tilted. “You’re lying,” I said faintly.

’ I asked my wolf, Sirius. ‘Well, we ain’t 18 yet horny a*s.’ Sirius replied. He was a d*ck with me. My wolf was a pervert and always wanted to sleep around, but I wasn’t like that. Sucks to have a menace in your head forcing and threatening you every damn day to f*ck someone.

She was crying while shouting: "Mom! Dad! I'm scared! Help me! Help me! Help me! Noticing a dirty 1-meter stick that was leaning in the wall, he immediately grabbed it then rushed in difficulty towards the Hybrid Mad Dog. Even though he was still 5 years old at that time, he was trained with basic swordsmanship by his mysterious teacher. Before the Hybrid Mad Dog could gnaw its prey in front, it suddenly stopped when it heard a yell from behind it. Yman flinched a little upon seeing its red eyes, those piercing gaze of the killer, it was almost identical with that eyes of that person who murdered their parents.

I step into his space, my voice confident and sure. The tense is cut by the exacerbated scream of a woman: “Rosco! Come back!” I look over my shoulder at the commotion. A big ball of chestnut-colored fur comes barreling towards me. I yelp, trying to get out of the way, but the dog bumps into the back of my legs, and I stumble into Sirius.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

It’s useless because that’s not Daran’s natural face. “We’re going to check the black dog,” Daran said while focusing on the busy street ahead. “Black dog?” “Yes, also known as a guardian fairy. He’s a dog or maybe a wolf whose job is to protect churches and holy tombs. It seems like there’s a holy tomb near here. Our job is to make sure he’s dangerous or not, before the auction party decides to sell him or not.” “Are there any dangerous ones too?” I asked. Daran glanced at me briefly. “They’re not dangerous as long as they don’t do anything. Usually.”

He started at Evil Moon ferociously with his scarlet eyes, trying to protect his food. Evil Moon instantly bent over and jumped up. Being in a state of shock, she shouted angrily, "Damn it, this black dog has no conscience and isn't righteous enough. He has been so fierce and malicious since he grew out three heads. Aren't we brothers? Can we still play together?" "Woo..." The middle head of Blackie immediately showed apology in its eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but the right head still stared at Evil Moon ferociously with scarlet eyes, as if he would bite Evil Moon to death if she dared to approach.

Linux raised a glass to Sahara. Sahara was overjoyed, but she still stayed calm on the surface, and she inquired after the well being of him and his pets. Linux had brought a big yellow dog over. His dog was very well groomed, and with Pourl's collar on its neck, it looked low key luxurious. At this time, he was lying silently at Linux's feet and dozing quietly. "Wow, this Akita dog is so beautiful. Looking at its coat and appearance, it must be the offspring of a rare dog breed." Sahara praised the dog enthusiastically.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

Siril will know as soon as he is with her, and they will finally greet each other. I am stunned as her wolf comes out of the trees. She’s solid white. I have never seen a solid white wolf. It’s the opposite of me as Siril is a huge solid black wolf. Her deep almost violet blue eyes stand out so much against her white fur. She’s amazing, and Siril approaches her cautiously, not wanting to scare her. She yips at him and wags her tail, and he yips back.