Wolf Scar 소설 & 이야기

Grey wolves look similar to German shepherds, but the wolf has longer legs and bigger feet. She still remembers how mercilessly he was killed by the Czar pack when he refused to join the team. The Czar wolves are the worst...they are the carnivores of the modern world. And she will make sure to kill them all before the hybrid child borns. ___________________________________ "Travolta, dear. How are you?" Vlora stepped in the darkroom and switched on the light just to see the human was laid sick. Debrah was with her, too.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” Her laugh was bitter and broken. “Alone’s safer.” The words tore through me, sharper than any rogue’s claws. I stopped moving, giving her space even though every instinct screamed at me to close the distance. Then the wind shifted again, carrying her scent in full force, and it was like I’d been struck by lightning. My wolf surged forward, snarling. She’s hurt. I took a closer look. There were deep bruises on her arms, largely visible even beneath her sleeves. Her whole body seems swollen, as if she’d taken a blow all over. Rage roared in my chest, nearly drowning out my wolf’s possessive growl.

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

What’s he unlocking? Flashback: Two years ago, Marcus’s safehouse, Crescent City outskirts. The air smelled of pine and gun oil, the walls plastered with maps and silver weapons. Marcus, scarred and grizzled, held up a wolfsbane vial, its glow pulsing like a warning. “This’ll burn a wolf’s skin,” he said, his eyes hard. “But spotting them’s harder. Look for the tells: eyes that glow, senses too sharp, strength they can’t control.” I was sixteen, cocky, thinking I could hunt anything. He’d smirked, handing me a silver blade. “You’ll face one someday, Sasha. Might be someone you trust.” A month later, he was dead, torn apart by Damon’s pack, chasing a glowing artifact tied to some ancient wolf

Lyra's POV Ice-blue eyes pierce the darkness, their intensity making me cringe. I stumble backward, my feet tangling in an unseen root. As I fall, a massive white wolf emerges from the shadows, its pristine fur marred by splatters of crimson. The coppery scent of blood fills my nostrils, growing stronger as the creature approaches, lips curled back to reveal razor-sharp teeth. The hunger radiating from it is palpable. No, not hunger – ravenous, all-consuming starvation.

William had no choice but to sit across from his parents’ graves, but five minutes had gone and Leo had still not returned. William became worried and began walking in the area where the boy was running. He was relieved to see a toddler holding flowers running in his direction. However, when he noticed the child’s terrified expression, he raised his gaze and was startled to find a very familiar monstrosity. It is rather huge, with thick black fur. It possesses bleeding red eyes and lengthened, sharp fangs that drip saliva from its mouth. At the height of the waterfall, the red-eyed werewolf was sure to capture the child, but William reacted quickly. He dashed forward to deliver a strong stri

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

“I’m not ready to share anything personal just yet. Please don't insist. - You are strange. - I lit a cigarette, opening the window, I said. - Nothing more than all of us. Bars answered thoughtfully. - Are you from this world? - I clarified. - Not. Bars replied quickly. “I'm just a werewolf. Other than turning into a snow leopard, I have no other abilities. - What about medicine? - Fox interrupted him. - My flock from the East Siberian taiga forests. Bars shared with us. - The climate is harsh there, but we have long adapted to life at an eternally sub-zero temperature. The indigenous people in the settlements often practiced Tibetan medicine. It was interesting to me. I became interested in