Bloodhound X Loba の小説・ストーリー

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

He turned to Stephen and he was laughing. "Don’t bother them Callum . It’s normal. Elliot, where is Trist"? He asked Elliot and before Elliot could reply, Callum saw two wolves coming to them. He got a bit scared at their appearance and moved behind Steph. One of the two mighty wolves came forward. He was dark grey. Like thunder clouds. He encircled Callum in a judging style. Taking a whiff here and there and moving back to nuzzle the white Wolf beside him. Licking his cheeks he turned to Steph.

They had bases all over the world, even in the territory of the strongest wolf pack in the West, the Evergreen Pack. If I hadn’t acted in time, one could only imagine the damage they would’ve done. However, this was the Pacific Sea. Even a fly couldn’t slip through the Lycans scrutiny without showing proper documentation. So how? “Obviously, there’s a mole. It would explain why Selene bond our soul to their Commander.” Zaria sounded a bit despondent. “Do you think…” She began.

The battlefield was soaked with blood. Cries, roars, bones cracking, the tearing of flesh, and gunshots filled the air. The stench of rot and blood wafted through the place as werewolves clashed against the rogues. Alpha Renox held two guns, quickly changing the magazines before shooting the rogues down. His Beta was female, wielding a heavy gun that fired multiple bullets at once. Her laughter echoed through the chaos—it all fucking thrilled her. Renox was Mafia, dealing in the underground. It made sense that his pack was strong enough to defeat the rogues with little effort.

I ask. He lowers his eyes to the ground. “She looks identical to Queen Alora, and she said so. Fae cannot lie, right?” “Fuck,” I groan before mounting Nightmare again. “Lobo!” Lobo is at my side in an instant. He is staring daggers at the man before me. “Do you know him?” I growl. Lobo looks him up and down. “I do not.” He sniffs the air. “He is an Omega.”

I feel Dampbell's gaze on my butt but I can't do anything since, first, with the treadmill I can't turn or I would trip and, second, I can't talk since my breathing is labored and the only thing I can focus on is being able to breathe. Minutes later, I don't know how many, Bob slows down until the treadmill is still and tells us to change places, once we are in place he increases the speed again, once he has reached the indicated speed he goes towards a guy he is still training. I see how his muscles tighten as he runs and I see without disguise his round butt, he has more butt than some of the girls, luckily, I have a little more than him thanks to the sport. I watch as he turns his head an

Something massive crashed through the hedge below, and I dropped the last six feet, rolling, coming up with my back to the stone wall. The hound was enormous. Not an Academy breed. Not anymore. Its fur had gone patchy, falling away in clumps to reveal skin that glowed with corrupted moonlight - the silver-green of lunar poison, the kind that turned loyal beasts into weapons. Foam dripped from jaws that could crush a femur. Its eyes, once the warm brown of trained animals, were now void-black, reflecting nothing, hungry for anything that moved. Between me and the hound, a first-year girl had frozen.

The old carvings beneath the chamber began glowing brighter, reaching toward Bardolph’s wound with hungry red light. I stepped between Bardolph and the altar’s pull, careful not to let my own skin touch the bleeding stone beneath us. “You want Blackfang blood?” I called to Lobo, letting every parent, servant, and warrior hear the contempt inside my voice. “Then look at the blood you are spilling from the man who still refuses to kill the pack that betrayed him.” The freed warriors lifted their heads. Some still trembled from the ring’s command. Some wept openly. Some stared at Lobo with horror, finally stronger than fear.

29 PALMS MARINE CORPS BASE, CALIFORNIA Three beasts ran across the desert mountains to the jagged peak. The enormous black hellhound was followed by a white werewolf and a black saber-toothed tiger. Large wolf paws, the size of saucers, pushed the hound higher and higher with his companions hot on his heels.

his hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck and I wondered what he was getting at, “He’s sorry for everything.” “He can tell me himself.” “He is.” “In person.” I snapped narrowing my eyes at him. “You fucking wolves are irritating.” “What are you by the way?” “Ask Rosetta.” She was going to tell them everything anyway I guess. I felt my phone buzz and pulled it out: On the road yet? Latharn messaged. Just have to shake the local wildlife. I sent back. Oh dear, well I hear they don’t do fox hunts anymore at least. Funny.