Beastars Wolves 소설 & 이야기

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

"But a shifter? Wolves are pretty sexy animals." Sexy! Lia hadn't heard that particular adjective applied to wolves in her lifetime, at least from humans. From them, she'd heard adjectives like rabid and vicious and crazy. And certainly those applied to the pack that had decimated her own. But Lia knew firsthand wolves could be definitely sexy. "She certainly made it believable," the woman behind Lia said.

Not only did his babbling teach Kylie about the limits of Causality Locks (which she inferred from how Red spoke that could be broken without much repercussions if she had the information but had failed to see through the secrets that they contained) but Red also informed her of the truth about the disappearance of the Great Wolves. “Who will trap such powerful beasts in such a world?” Kylie couldn’t help but ask. She had experienced the strength of Great Wolves for herself, and they were mighty strong. Even though they were mostly poisoned at the time, they had been strong enough to corner a 4 Star Beastman like Davies – one who was regarded as one of the greater talents of the Beastman rac

Beecher was in trouble. Dakari roared, and the scene stilled momentarily. All heads turned and in that instant Katalea called lightning to pummel the bloodsuckers. The wolves stood dumbfounded as all their foe just vanished into ash. As a pack, they turned to look at Beecher who was obviously sending them a message that these newcomers were allies. A few wolves shifted, while others remained on guard in wolf form. Never one to hide, Katalea shifted, while Dakari remained.

The rogue leader snarled furiously. “Kill it!” he screamed but the wolf was unstoppable. It tore through the rogues one after another with horrifying efficiency and within seconds, the rogues began retreating. The scarred leader cursed before disappearing into the trees alongside the surviving rogues. Silence suddenly crashed over the forest afterward with the massive black wolf standing beneath the moonlight. Mira’s pulse raced wildly as she stared at it. The wolf slowly turned its silver eyes toward Becca then immediately moved toward her. Becca tried sitting up weakly but pain still twisted through her stomach.

“Lana, they’re lying! They can’t—” Before she could finish, the two male supporters stepped back and gave low, guttural whistles. From the deeper shadows of the trees, three pairs of phosphorescent green eyes appeared. Shadow Wolves. Massive, spectral creatures with fur that drank the light, more spirit than flesh, tamed only by dark magic and raw meat. They padded forward, silent as smoke, forming a deadly triangle around us. Their low growls vibrated in the pit of my stomach. Bella pressed against me, a terrified whimper escaping her lips. “It’s over,” she breathed. “They’ve got the wolves… the whole clan is watching…”

He had a smile on his bloody teeth the whole while, as though he knew something that the rest of them did not know. The creepy, knowing smile was enough to cause unease among the members of the pack, who shifted on their feet uneasily as they watched the fight, despite the fact that the alpha was proving himself and practically flooring Jonas. Thomas was very angry now, and he fought with reckless abandon, punctuating each punch that he landed on his son with a heartfelt roar of anger and bloodthirst. As the fight got more intense, the two werewolves shifted, so that where two men were fighting before, there was a very large grey wolf, Thomas, and a slightly smaller black wolf, Jonas.

Deep says, and they keep glaring at each other as if they have their own way of internal communication. What are they? Wolves? Or vampires? Ajay would make a good evil vampire. You know, the one that survives on human blood? That's him. But Deep, well, he is a topic for another day. But if I were to dive into the world of fantasy, I would love him to be an alpha, and I, his fated mate. A sweet dream, it is. A dream. "Back to my question." I snap them, bringing their stare challenge to a halt as their gazes shift to me.

Or the things he thought were problems. So, we ran to the closest park. The place where four wolves playing in the shadows wouldn't alarm anyone passing by. Alastair slowed to a crawl once we came closer. Amadeus flew by, followed close by Lysander. Scanning the area, they gave a single yip to let us know it was safe. As if we would get mugged.

The other wolves began to drag her down from the horse, throwing her body harshly against the cold and ashy ground of the forest. The wolves remained on top of her, swarming her and tearing at her clothes, their sharp fangs sinking deep into her flesh, and the warm redness of blood began to rush from various parts of her damaged body. Lunus was stricken with terror, and her eyes began to tear with pain and anguish as the wolves beat her down against the earth, stripping off her clothes and gnawing at her tender skin. "Enough," Arfak ordered, calling the wolves off as he stepped into the midst of the pile, walking over to Lunus with his wild eyes wide and his white fangs flashing. "We wouldn'