Werewolf 5 の小説・ストーリー

I asked, almost whispering as I could already hear my heart beating so fast while uttering our land―the werewolves land. Old Man Tavo seemed to have not noticed our reactions as he replied. "The Crescent Land is known for the strongest warriors in this world. It is where the werewolves reside. There are different groups they call packs, too. All in all, there is Crescent Falls Pack of the South, Crescent River Pack of the West, Crescent Lake Pack of the East, and Crescent Glacier Pack of the North." My hands unintentionally gripped harder onto my clothes. Old man Tavo continued. "You know I really want to see one, it's always been my wish. I know it's impossible though hehe. But anyway, what

And now that it has finally gotten out, it’s putting all its energy at pulling every part of the man. And when the wolf got satisfied at putting its anger towards the man. It immediately thought of going to the place where they were supposed to live. It was about to run, but before he can do that, Peter came who’s in a flash got to the wolf’s side. And Peter immediately stabbed the syringe he was carrying, containing sleeping pills and wolfsbane herb. A herb that can effectively weaken a werewolf. But one dose of it is not enough to put Jax’s wolf down. So Peter immediately followed with two more pricks of syringes to the body of the wolf.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

"The last slot belongs to the fierce fighter in the pack. So the ancient includes the past alpha, beta and gemma, then the healer and the fierce fighter. This five from each pack represent the strong towers of Werewolves." "As I said earlier at the restaurant, I said one of the rule of werewolf is hierarchy. We all are placed according to our importance, we have the Alpha and luna of the pack, the Beta, the Gemma, the healers, the warriors, the helpers and the last on the hierarchy is the omega." He stops to know if I was following him. Of course I am, infact I'm hanging on his every word.

However, on my eighteenth birthday, which was the day a werewolf would finally be able to shift fully into their wolf side, I made a shocking discovery. I have five wolves inside me! Not one, not two... FIVE. And for some reason, the Alpha of my pack has been trying to hunt my ass down ever since this discovery was made, forcing my father—his brother— to flee with me to our current location... New Orleans. New Orleans was home to one of the most formidable and largest werewolf packs in the world, the Silver Moon pack. And Orion's father is the Alpha of this pack. Anyway, after I was done washing up, I dried myself with a towel and soon got out of the bathroom. I got dressed into my pajamas a

“What he did tonight spoke volumes; no one else is allowed to have me, only him, but he refuses to reject me.” I peer up at Alpha Cain again and see the frown knitting his brow. “That’s what you think he’s doing?” He asks, and I nod again. “Nova, do you know what’s happening in the werewolf world right now? Are you aware of the War of The Five?” “Huh?” I ask incredulously. “War?”

Blake's POV Five years have elapsed, marking a significant period of transformation within the werewolf realm. During this relatively brief timeframe, two pivotal events unfolded, forever altering the fabric of the werewolf world. First and foremost, a formidable alliance materialized, spearheaded by the Blood Hound Pack, which compelled other packs to join its ranks and extend support. Failure to comply with this coercive demand meant certain annihilation, as witnessed with the tragic fate of the Red Moon Pack. Fear gripped the hearts of all, leaving them with no choice but to acquiesce and join the formidable alliance.

The third werewolf leaps at me, but I grab it by the throat and toss it aside. The fourth werewolf swipes at me with its claws, and I feel the skin on my arm tear. But I ignore the pain, focusing on my opponent. I grab the werewolf's arm and twist it behind its back, forcing it to the ground. It howls in pain, and I let go, ready for the fifth werewolf. It comes at me with a roar, but I'm prepared. I leap into the air, kicking the werewolf in the chest and sending it flying backwards. The five werewolves are down, but I know I can't rest yet. There's still the convoy to worry about.

I pressed on, trying to convey the gravity of this tale. “The Werewolf Council tried to intervene, but nothing worked. He didn’t stop with his pack. He started attacking others. The Five Cardinal Alphas attempted to put an end to his killing spree, but it was as though the bloodshed only made him stronger. Whatever dark force drove him seemed invincible. The Five Cardinals couldn’t stop him, and with no other options, the werewolves across the realm made countless sacrifices and performed rituals to appeal to the Moon Goddess for her intervention.”

If they were harboring Liam Rudd, they were my enemy! So I charged forward, fangs bared, prepared to ram them out of my way. Despite their fear, they waited. A battle ensued. It was five werewolves against one Lycan. It took a few minutes. When it ended, there was blood everywhere. Three laid before me, shaking in pain and struggling to crawl far away from where I stood. Two were already racing off in faltering steps. They howled as they ran, calling for reinforcements or announcing my arrival to the pack.