Bloodhound X Loba の小説・ストーリー

The servants did not even had the strength to show in their faces that they are shocked, not like the wealthy people they are with. The mountain creatures noticed that the strangers are afraid of them. They approached them slowly and carefully. Someone took the lead of the group, and spoke with a soft voice to the travellers. “Do not be afraid of us, we do not attack and harm those who are not a threat to us. Hello, I am Anais. I am the leader here. We are wolves, and we do not wish to bring mayhem. May I know who are you and what are you doing here?” the girl is a dog a while ago, but now, she turned to a human, with goddess-like features.

Rex said. "You can't sneak up on Jo. His Rogues have abilities that go far beyond any other Council wolf or pack wolf. His Trackers and Scouts have ‘senses’, along with ‘intuitions’ that can pick up a wolf's aura from 50 miles away. We are not in range of them now, but that changes daily." She added. As Aisha revealed more and more about Jo’s plan, the already heavy hearts of the wolves got heavier with every twist and turn of the plan.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

"True. But we'll save the discussion of the young boy later. I need some reports from the three of you." The three of them nodded and they went to their respective seats. Since Sam was the second Boss and commander among the four factions, he spoke first. "The bombardment mission in the L.A headquarter was successful. We managed to kill 90% of the White Wolf's Clan member there including the Head, John. We've managed to capture young boys and girls to be our slaves. We've also left those cryptic photographs for the White Wolf's Clan to investigate." A dangerous smile lit up in Alexander lips while hearing his report.

As soon as it spots a window, it surges forward and leaps, crashing through the glass and plummeting to the ground below. When it lands, it still moves, rushing across the lawn that separates us from the long driveway that keeps Brawn Estate separate from the rest of the city beyond. Behind us, I can hear the sound of pursuit, but I don’t dare move. I’m not exactly sure what is happening. Why did the lycan appear and kill Trent, and why was it now running away with me? Everything was happening too fast, and my head was spinning.

Turning to Giovanni, Isabella mustered the courage to pose her question once more, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Giovanni, did I... Did I just have intimate relations with a wild creature, with a wolf, and not a human?" Giovanni's gaze softened as he met Isabella's fearful eyes. After a brief pause, he nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth. "Yes, Isabella. The creature you encountered, the one we shared that intimate connection with, was indeed a werewolf."

She gasped, staring at the silver eyes' beast of the beast. Ogar’s eyes widened as he stared at the creature. It was a Lycan “Kill him!” Ogar barked at his men. The werewolves attacked, lunging forward, but the Lycan tore into them with savage fury. Kimberly scrambled back, watching in stunned horror as claws and fangs clashed, blood spraying across the forest floor. One by one, the werewolves fell until only Ogar remained. The Alpha was panting, his face twisted with rage as he glared at the Lycan.

I kept my eyes glued on Rose, making sure she Shifted smoothly. "I'm fine, Comrade." She sighed after shaking out her fur. Her striking appearance caused the other Lycanthrope to halt their progress and stare, well, other than Babushka. Babushka, Karolina, and Viktoria all Shifted after coming out of their daze. Karolina and Viktoria had the brown coat that ran in the family whereas Babushka's was more silver than brown. All three had glowing blue eyes, like the sea after a storm.

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

The words erupted from my chest in an intense, predatory roar. But her scent had vanished. Rain began to pour, interfering with any chance of tracking her trail. When I caught the smell of danger nearby, my fur bristled. I closed my eyes and heightened my Lupine instincts. There were rogue wolves lurking within the forest. More than that—there was a dangerous creature, one of Nocturnus’s lackeys, his guardian who hunted whenever his master unleashed him: a three-headed Cerberus, better known among humans as a hellhound.