Black Wesker の小説・ストーリー

Wesley ordered. Mason took a deep breath before he nodded and promptly left the room. River looked conflicted at first, his eyes trailed on me, a hint of pain in his eyes, before he finally clenched his jaw and left the room as well. Now there were only three of us in the room; me, Wesley, and Melissa. “You’re a doctor? How?” I asked Wesley, shocked. Isn’t he the Alpha of Lockhard pack? Usually, packs have designated healers and doctors in their midst, I have never heard for a werewolf Alpha who was also a doctor.

He howled into laughter at the dubious headlines. "What about the werewolf news?" He asked as he cleared my throat, ready to read. "Every pack in planet earth now knows the name Tristan Blackwood. Whose packs span across countries. A father of four and a mate and husband to the goddess herself, Vanya Jacob Blackwood. " Then I added. "Do I even look like the goddess?" I giggled.

I have heard that this is not a Gamma you want as an enemy. Lastly, Tenebris the Delta, sitting with his back to the door. Long, black hair, piercings in his eyebrows as well as his ears and lips. Basically a walking fucking Goth werewolf, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. Apparently, his claws contain poison dangerous to his own kind due to something in his blood. “Kai,” Ryker says when he spots us and walks over. “Thank you for having me.” “Thank you for coming,” my brother responds and shakes his hand. I watch as everyone stops what they’re doing when Kai calls for their attention.

Kim shouts with tears in her eyes. Paul looks to each of us and takes in a deep breath and sighs. "I am what is called a Visionary, I have been here for centuries guiding the wolf shifters. I have been tracking the blood lines for a very long time" We all looked at him with questioning faces. I myself never heard of his kind,I just may have to have a talk with my parents to see if they might know of anything. . . . . Paul then continues.

His grandpa laughs, trying to ease off a bit of tension felt in the air. Blake sighs. He closes his eyes and puffs his cheeks as his hand comes over his nose and pinches it. "There is one other thing that is lethal to a primordial vampire Blake." His grandpa lowers his head. His eyes water and a lump forms on his throat. "Well!.... spill it gramps... what is it? I'll do whatever it takes." He sighs and looks melancholic towards Blake. "The pure blood of a primordial werewolf. But, just the same, the blood of a pure Primord vampire is lethal to a Primord wolf."

The big guy seemed not to be an easy enemy. " Vieira, " the healer said from the door," remember, the reason we are here is not to put up a show of strength. He is an alpha. A special one at that. We both might not even stand a match against him let alone now that all he knows is rage. " " Do you think I love this?" Vieira said, pacing the room carefully with Derek. When he lured Derek through a circular walk , he spoke to the healer. " Your turn."

The room was filled with roars and disgusts once again. "I knew it! That fucking gay is a manwhore!" "So that's why he didn't plan up the whole operation. He was too busy fucking up someone's dick for him to abandon his duties and responsibilities. Gross." "He disgusts me. He's a fucking disgrace to the authority and the White Wolf's Clan!"

“Thanks.” “Too perfect. You military?” Jake raised the sleeve again. “SASR. Sniper First Class.” A grin flickered. “Who dares wins.” They said it together, a laugh cracking the tension. “This is Zak,” Jake told Kim and Jane. “Zak—Kimberly. Jane.” “Pleasure,” Zak said, crisp. Then to Kim, lower: “Keep it quiet for now, but… werewolves have overrun the city.” Kim held his stare. “You’re serious?”

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Vanessa froze, her eyes terrified. Satisfied that he had her attention and therefore ready for a talk, he let her arms go. He cupped her cheek and smiled. “I am Haisek, Hunter’s wolf,” he said. “You can scream all you want, but even Hunter won’t be able to help you.” “Hunter,” she breathed, more boring tears dripping into the sheets. Haisek sighed. “Unlike Hunter, as you have clearly experienced, I don’t take kindly to anyone disrespecting my authority.” He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “So this is what’s going to happen … hmm …”