Beastars Wolves 소설 & 이야기

Malakar’s wolves. Dozens of them, their black fur gleaming under the moonlight, their glowing red eyes burning with hunger. The beasts moved as one, their bodies impossibly fast, their movements unnervingly synchronized. Lira’s heart stopped. The battle had begun. The warriors around them braced themselves for the oncoming onslaught, but the wolves were fast, too fast. Their howls echoed through the clearing, their jaws snapping as they descended upon the pack. The warriors clashed with the beasts, swords and claws meeting with ferocious force.

It’s incredibly aggravating to see her defy me in everything. “How many wolves attacked you?” I direct my question to Beast, who was the one fighting the attackers. “Almost a hundred. Some of them smelled like rogues, some not. There were also humans in their midst.” “Humans?” I lift my eyebrow incredulously. This hasn’t happened in other packs I went to. “Were they equipped to fight against werewolves?” I question. Beast hesitates for a moment, glancing at her man unsurely. She clearly doesn’t want to talk to me. The feeling’s mutual. “They were. Leo got hit with a silver bullet and Shane was grazed with one.” I frown at this.

They do have access to weapons through the countless shipments they’ve stolen from us over the past few months. I crouch down as I near the other side, my lips parting in a gasp, and I take in the mayhem. The flood lights perched atop the containers beam down, illuminating the dust billowing around the scene, kicked up from the desperate claws digging into it as bears and wolves launch themselves at each other. At least twenty bears stand along the path, their forms towering over the groups of wolves. A few betas chose to stay in their human bodies, unloading bullet after bullet into the bears. The bears’ roars of pain pierce through the forest, but they still swipe down at the wolves, catch

“Because there’s nowhere left to run. And because now? I want to see him bleed, just like you do.” Zeke watches me for a long second. Then he exhales a breath that sounds like satisfaction. “Then prove it.” “How?” His hand lifts, fingers grazing my jaw. Not gentle. Not rough. Just... possessive. “There’s a gathering in a few days. All the old wolves. Men who still toast to Vance’s name. I want them to see you with me. Wearing my ring. My name.” His voice lowers. “I want them to wonder how deep I’ve broken you in. How far you’ve fallen into this world. I want them to believe it’s real.”

Plan B was currently searching through the areas the pack thought were protected. Somewhere between here and there, two wolves moving like a blur of fur raced down the mountain—one pitch black and one pure white, like yin and yang. They would leap to outpace each other, but they only looked like fish playing and jumping out the water, their scales glinting under the moonlight. They smile, they smirk. They tease, they laugh.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Lola spat in his face, but he just laughed and wiped it off, “I like my women feisty so please keep fighting. It will only get me more determined to wreck that tight cunt of yours.” A shiver of fear went through Lola her spine when he untied his pants and took out his swollen cock. He grabbed her hair with one hand and put his pistol against her head with his other hand. “Open your mouth you filthy slut,” he commanded. Lola had just decided that she would bite off his cock and die with a bullet in her head when she saw a group of black wolves approach. Lola started smiling wickedly and the hunters quickly grabbed their guns and stood in a circle. Lola knew from Deborah her lessons that the B

Maybe it would have been a good idea to stay back at the pack house. Kaden was still next to the warriors and Caleb had moved closer too, now looking up at the beast like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He wasn’t laughing anymore. This was something none of us were ready for and even if we wanted to fight it, it’s not like we could fly up to meet it. We were wolves and couldn’t even jump too and the only person ready for this was Caleb because he had a bow and arrow. The warriors stayed in their fighting stance, ready to shift if anything happened but no one made the first move, not even Kaden and that was smart because the last thing we wanted was to make the beast angry.

Becca shouted and stood up quickly, she helped Diane up and then threw their bags to Kendra who collected quick and picked to her race. “Move, quick!” Becca shouted at Diane. She ran to Veronica and helped her up, ready to run when an arrow moved from the air swiftly and landed behind her mother. Veronica was not strong to run well because of her leg. Becca who saw that her mother had now fallen due to the strike stopped quickly and went to her mom’s aid. Hence, the wolves caught up to them. There were four wolves in total in different colours. They all shifted and then took their clothes from the bags one of the wolves was carrying before.

“All of them are boys. This is Kiki, he is a Koshi beast. This is Olsen, he is a moonwolf. Lastly, Hugo, he is a Bronzaback Direwolf. He is the boss from these two, but they are very good friends with each other. We are a pact.” Jai looked from the small beast to the biggest one in the room. The Koshi beast, as the little girl said, was the small one and from its features, Jai could guess that this one was made for speed or at least very agile. Olsen the moonwolf, was grey in color with white underside, and looked just like the smaller version of moonwolf that he had fought in the plains. Lastly, Hugo the Direwolf, was intimidating with its icy blue eyes. This one looked like a more terrifyi