Witch Sheep 소설 & 이야기

“Sir, I really do not know my pack. My brother and I are strays. And we have travelled to the North from the South with others here.” “So you do not remember your pack’s name? What do you remember about where you come from? In fact tell me about yourself,” the man pressed on. I was very careful with my answers as I could not risk revealing my true identity to this man. “Sir, I believe that in the never-ending war, battles, and struggles for power that form the foundation of the North, South, East, and West, my pack got destroyed. I do not know how or remember when, but all I remember is that I escaped from a burning village with my brother, and we ran as fast as our legs could carry us away

Sanctus. It appears to be amazingly simple as it slips from your tongue, when you voice the letters and form a word, and yet, it was much more than that, each letter forming a story. A life. It was a name, one that screamed with promise, with a bright and prosperous future. It was my name, the one that I was given on the day of my birth, a name fit for someone of my standing; one that radiated elegance. My father, the king had chosen it from many others; from thousands of possibilities that loomed. Though I scarcely think of what I could have been called and smile upon the one he had chosen, the one he believed suited his youngest child; that fit his daughter like a saddle on a horse. In the

] The old disciple muttered in confusion. Blackbeard spoke while the pupils of his eyes did not leave the bottom of the valley [Yes, they are pursuing the 'Sheep vs. Wolf Formation'. It is a strategy that uses large numbers to overthrow the enemy, This leads to the death of countless pawns in order to wear down the enemy, and unfortunately even the Great Evil Wolf won't find a way to escape this time] He said that with great regret.

Tauran bellowed in pain and bared his teeth at the cat, who just blinked its one golden and one blue eye at him. “Locatus Minotaurus.” Nothing happened. Tauran spoke to his sister in the language of his beast, and she gasped, then revealed hesitantly, “She wasn’t one of us, she was a cow.” “Well, that’s a rude thing to call his mate,” the witch said as she tied her bag to her belt. “No,” Kiretana interrupted, “She was an actual cow… on a human farm in the White Mountains, and he changed her. When father’s warriors brought him home, their wizard forgot her. Is it a problem?”

SACRIFICIAL LAMB ******************************** ALPHA BALTHAZAR'S POV ******************************** Getting a year-old lamb with no defect turned out to become mission impossible. It was either the year-old lambs had defects and the perfect ones were above a year. What intrigued me the most was the scarcity of the said animal which had never happened before. When I enquired from the farmers if they could direct me to a popular breeder within our neighborhood, I was directed to a small pack a few miles from ours.

In his embrace, I sensed my wolf's contentment, purring in the arms of her mate, a longing finally fulfilled. Afterward, my wolf Savannah appeared to recover and began assisting me in understanding the collaboration between a wolf and a banshee. Savannah discovered that Ace Wolf's name was Cash. She would become playful and shift into her wolf form whenever Ace appeared. Ace found it amusing at first, laughing and transforming into his wolf. We gave them the freedom to frolic together, which alleviated our anxiety.

Xithara's POV I had been imprisoned for a week and during this time, I had been put through hell. The guard would come to whip and torture me everyday. Keith did the worst thing possible, he decided I didn't deserve to have a wolf so he took her away. They performed a ritual on me that not only hurt like hell but took away my wolf permanently so I wouldn't be able to rebel against their torture since I had been trained in combat.

I quietly approached the witch’s hut until I was close enough to hear voices. “Hold it still!” “I’m trying! It’s wriggling around too much. Just get it over with.” I could hear the sound of terrified bleating. It sounded like a sheep in distress. A lamb, actually. It sounded too small and weak for an adult sheep. Then, I heard a strange sound, followed by silence. I couldn’t explain why I did what I did next. That tiny voice that had been echoing in the back of my mind took hold for a moment, and I knew that there was something going on in that hut that needed to be stopped.

"You—You're thanking me?!" That pushed him over the edge. He glared at me for a long time, searching my face for any crack, any regret. Finding none, his jealousy hardened into rage. "Leah! You'll regret not marrying me! From now on, I'm with Sophie. She's going to surpass you one day!" He flung those words like a curse and marched off, proud as a rooster. Surpass me? I couldn't help but let out a laugh. Sophie had ten years of study—how could that compete with my family that had run businesses for three generations?