Wolf Con F の小説・ストーリー

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

She frowned and frowned again, but I burst out laughing. - It's funny to you, isn't it? - the girl hissed. - You are cutely offended! - admitted to her. Remnants of food flew at me. Laughing, he jumped to his feet and ran to the side. The wolf bared his teeth, trying to free himself, and this time I heeded the request. He took off his clothes, allowing the beast to come to the fore. Yaroslava froze in place with her hand raised, watching my turn with all her eyes, as if she was seeing him in action for the first time. He shook his wolfish head and looked straight into his girl’s eyes. She stood and breathed deeply. The weapon of revenge in the form of crushed vegetables had long since fallen

Wolf smile turned upside down this time. "Just because you're one level above… don't think for a second that you're better than me. Underestimate me, and I'll butcher your organs right in front of your eyes. " Falco sighed and he stared into Wolf's eyes for a few seconds. However, something weird happened this time. The green glint in his eyes gradually faded. And his muscles return to their original shape. His raging aura faded too. "Alright! How about now? Come closer! I dare you, you little shit… !"

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

My wolf turned around so fast I almost got whiplash. After a brief moment of rustling clothes and then cracking bones, I turned to see a black wolf with fiery red eyes. When he said he was a warrior wolf, I did not understand that he meant just that. As I stared at the wolf with pitch-black fur and not a drop of colour mixed in, I knew he had not exaggerated. Wolves of this coloring were well known for their strength, just as wolves like Ana were known for carrying generational wisdom.

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.

Thankfully, she had survived and finally found a slither of second to escape. Unfortunately, my presence didn't go unnoticed by the rogue. Its attention shifted to me, and a furious snarl escaped its jaws, its eyes filled with a vacant, menacing intensity. Just as it was about to make a move toward me, Alpha Chase, in his brownish-black wolf form, darted past, using his swift movements to knock a line of rogues off balance, sending them crashing onto the cold pavement.

Nala looked at Luka's wolf and watched as his eyes turned red and growled with dominance. The moon was bright in the sky almost full which meant that soon the werewolves would become stronger than usual and therefore would make more effort to go hunting. We were right in the middle of their hunt and they didn't like it so sure enough we were going to get attacked. We could suddenly hear a low growl and a pair of eyes came towards us walking slowly and its front feet lowered down. Luka's wolf growled loudly to show the werewolf that he was an alpha and he should back up but the werewolf kept moving forward. He had wet brown fur and dark black eyes which indicated that he was a wild werewolf w