Catwoman Arkham Origins の小説・ストーリー

Unfortunately, things didn't turn out the way I was expecting it to be. “Alpha, I can explain.” Drake stood up abruptly when Catherine suddenly grabbed his arm, forcing him to sit back down on the wooden bench at the spot right beside her. I grinned. “You don’t have to explain anything to him, Drake. We didn't do nothing wrong.” Catherine said bravely and she glared at Damien afterwards. This woman may act all bold and unyielding, but I knew she wouldn’t stand a chance once I carry out my plan to turn myself into a werewolf.

It felt primal, a pull she couldn't explain, and it clouded her judgment. But Kate was determined. This all-consuming desire, this constant state of arousal around Deimon, wasn't healthy for their relationship. It wasn't the foundation she craved. Stealing someone else's mate was a cardinal sin, a concept deeply ingrained in her. Witnessing the animosity it caused between the Shadow Moon Pack, her mother's pack, and the Umbra Pack, Deimon's pack, had left an indelible mark on her childhood.

Black The Origin Chapter 13: Challenge. It was a woman with long brown hair in a ponytail. She has black eyes and nothing really outstanding naked to the eye, but something only ALkhun could see. Which makes her stand out from the crowd. If her hair wasn't long, he wouldn't have noticed she was a girl. With long pants and long sleeves, turtle neck brown clothes. Wearing a green cloak. "Amari, where have you been?" Another member of the club asked, and Amari took a glance at me.

you're the Venom vixen? The first female Alpha from The Midnight Moon pack? The first ever She wolf to be experimented on? The one who ran away from an arranged marriage to the Alpha rogue's son?' he says standing up 'yes I am' I say ' The reason I left Emiliano was because my pack was on the brink of being taken down by one of my father's enemy who wanted to take our people and placed a bounty on my family to take us out in order to take our pack land, unfortunately my father was had so many debts unpaid and many enemies that wanted to kill him just for owing them money one of them being the Alpha Rogue so he made a deal with the Alpha rogue to arrange a marriage with me and the Alpha rogue

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

Catwoman. "I think she has post-traumatic amnesia."

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

A 100% babe. Dying from her hand would be a treat to the dead man. He smirked. The woman was intoxicating and lethal, just like opium. She had great stamina with good strength. She could make a good f*ck but too bad she was on the other side of the battlefield. Daniel shook his head to the side in amusement, "Are you certain this hot-shot was the one who meddled in our plan in the Dead Arena?" Zion nodded solemnly, "She was the only one suspicious though she had an accomplice too, the one who was imposing as Black Cat but after several investigations, I confirmed the mask you found from the arena was hers. The other woman just disappeared."

He was the first creature to ever, in her entire decade of slaying, to escape her. Since that night she had been completely thrown off her game, and it was all his fault. Now she was crouched here, trapped in a building with a hungry and murderous rogue werewolf because of her sloppy and poorly executed plan. She pulled out her phone but hesitated with it. It was on silent, it would be a total rookie mistake to not have it on silent whilst out hunting. What made her hesitate was how dark the warehouse was. Once she unlocked it, even though her brightness was turned down, it would still be bright enough to draw attention.