Badass Wolves の小説・ストーリー

Through the newly opened gap, three massive, silver-furred wolves with the black war-paint of the Silverback Vanguard bounded down into the foyer, their jaws dripping with fresh blood. The leader of the vanguard pack, a scarred, monstrous wolf twice the size of a standard Alpha, locked his intelligent, bloodthirsty eyes directly onto us. He sniffed the heavy, sweet scent of the golden-red mist still hanging in the air, his ears pinning back as he realized exactly what we had just consecrated in the dark. With a coordinated, lethal snarl, all three massive wolves lunged straight down from the debris, their yellow claws extended to tear us apart before we could even untangle our bodies from th

Before I could pull my rifle from my shoulder strap, the gray brush at the edge of the path exploded. A pack of five feral wolves scrambled up the scree. They were huge, their gray coats matted with frozen mud, their ribs showing prominently through their skin. These were not the controlled, intelligent hybrids under Vex’s command; these were wild, desperate predators driven mad by a long winter and empty bellies. The lead wolf lunged directly for the younger mule's throat. The animal shrieked, rearing back on its hind legs and twisting the lead line out of Sera's hands. The heavy supply crates shifted violently, the wood groaning against the leather straps.

Suddenly, my eyes were drawn to Hector's wolf (Jasper) as he ran toward me at top speed. "I'm here, Bellissima," Hector said as Jasper bit down on the gray wolf's leg and flung him into the air like a doll. The gray wolf and Jasper stared at each other briefly before circling each other. As the gray wolf and Jasper circled each other, their eyes locked in a fierce battle for dominance. Every muscle in their bodies tensed, ready to strike at any moment. The air crackled with the intensity of their confrontation, and I held my breath, hoping that Jasper would emerge victorious. I watched as Jasper tore apart the wolf; blood splattered everywhere, and limbs were scattered all over the place. No

They just came, silent and relentless, and the first line of Silver Hollow's enforcers met them with a crash of steel and claws that echoed off the mountains. I felt the bond web tighten as all three alphas surged into the fight. Bastian's black wolf was a battering ram at the center of the line, his massive frame throwing pale wolves aside like they weighed nothing. His ferocity burned through the first bond, and I fed it. I sent him every scrap of strength I had, and he used it to tear through the Frostmarch's front rank.

Shifted back and rounded the tree. "I'll lift it a bit whilst you scale up and throw the rope over. Zaven, grab the end and pull." Lysander instructed. The white wolf nodded in recognition. He almost blended perfectly in with his surroundings. He had the best fur to hunt in these parts. Kallik on the other hand was the worst one, with his black fur.

Their way, and she was curious to discover what in the hell was going on. The two large black wolves cocked their heads back, their noses tipped up towards the moon and they started to howl. The two battered men tried to break through the circle but they were pushed back inside of it. The applauding, pleas of mercy, and howling wolves abruptly ceased, and a small gap appeared in the circle, allowing Alpha Bastion to enter. Topless, barefoot with only a pair of washed-out denim jeans on. He stood tall with his strong hands at his sides.

Ace stood alone as the road curved into silence. Behind him, the woods stirred and then they came. Ten wolves. They were dark, fast, and soulless. Their eyes glowed with that same unnatural light he remembered from his days under control. Midnight Mystery wolves. They were noty just simple wolves but Engineered monsters. He didn’t hesitate. Ace shifted. His silver wolf burst forth in a flash of power and fury. His eyes gleamed violet under the rising moon. He met the first wolf mid-leap and slammed him into the dirt with a bone-breaking crunch.

I glance at Cillian and the guys and see that they’re still working on freeing themselves from the rogue wolves. “I don’t see how going to them now will make a difference. We’re all at a disadvantage. Shit! Where are these scumbags coming from?” She grumbles, peering at the incoming werewolves. “Oh, thanks the Moon Goddess! Bash is helping Cillian and the guys,” I announce as I immobilize a three-legged wolf. These wolves are impervious, they keep on advancing even when injured and almost at the brink of death. “You mean, Bash is helping Andrei and the guys,” she chuckles.

“A Blessed Wolf is going to appear, In a powerful pack in the mountains, Mate to a fearless but loved leader, She will reunite the lost wolves, And bring peace and unity to our people.” And so, we fast forward to the battle that we merely survived before gaining our rogue status. The ones who had sold their soul to the devil incarnate called Alpha Markus, attacked their own when he gave the order.

They are gold and his wolf is brown. 'Wolves only have black eyes when they are angry or horny, never gold, or any other color.' 'Brother, will you fucking trust me. I know what I saw and I have a book about it in my study. They are gifted wolves with greater strength and ability to repulse aura's. They are here to protect us from our fathers, but now probably also want to kill us because of our fathers. Poor Chris.' 'What? Poor Chris? He is an asshole. I'll slit his throat if he ever tried to hurt you.'