Cow Tf の小説・ストーリー

Not fast enough to raise questions. As they circled the field, he observed. Kael ran like a battering ram—powerful, aggressive, careless. His dominance bled outward constantly, pressing against weaker wolves, forcing submission without effort. Kael — Werewolf Candidate Trait: Raw Strength Combat Style: Overwhelming Force Mentality: Bully Dominant Current Rank (Unofficial): Top Tier, Unrefined Lykos ran differently. Silent. Efficient. Every step measured. His aura was compact, disciplined, controlled so tightly it barely registered unless you were looking for it.

"You can go crazy or you can go crazy." The change continued. The dense growth of hair continued to grow until it covered the whole body like animal fur. The facial features were hidden as if by fur. The claws of the fingers and toes have lengthened until they have become full claws. The fangs grew so large that they swelled up the face. A look at Wild Hunger's food distorted the youngster's features. Ragnar remembered the creature he once dreamed of. He looked exactly the same, only the color of the fur was slightly different. He had no doubt now that he was looking at awulfen. “Or you will become a Wulfen. Why is this, you ask? This is because the mark of Russun captivates the spirit of th

Throwing open the bedroom curtains, she was excited to see the world blanketed in pillowy white snow and a few snowflakes still falling. She padded over to the kitchen to start her coffee pot and let Milo out. Her yard was covered in prints of all kinds, but her eyes went straight to the wolf prints, large enough to be Apollo. No other wolf prints littered the yard, so she seemed to still be safe here from Embertaurs for now.

Bloody hell. Then I swipe and she is sat on the beach, grains of white sand stuck to her tattooed arms, her hair wet over one shoulder as she is sat in between to the two beasts. Each resting their chins on her shoulders. They are both sporting beautiful blue diamond collars. The hashtag mentions Tesoro. It says making friends with two of the best behaved clients ever. I click on the link to the Tesoro official work page it takes me to a page called Pheonix Couture. I scroll and she is opening a new store in LA.

“Man, you should get a whiff of this awesome cafe.” Nico drove close to a certain cafe and one could smell the rich scent of coffee wafting out of the establishment and into the car. It was Ben’s first time sniffing it, being raised on fresh milk, juice, and herbal tea. The scent was unfamiliar to him, but his mind registered it as good. It also made him a little energetic for some reason. “Smells good, right?” “Yeah.” “We could have had it earlier, but we weren’t able to buy new beans yet. Let’s go for it later, after the orientation.”

- she said with wide eyes I knew why, and hearing the voice made me sure of it - He's coming in, isn't he? - Yes, please forgive me! As I heard his voice coming from inside the cafeteria and in my ears my heart began to race! It kept beating faster and faster, I felt on the verge of fainting. - Hello girls! - he said approaching me, it was a level of maturity that I couldn't have in a thousand years. I stood up taking a deep breath and only heard this sentence before I walked out the door of the cafeteria - VITOR, YOU ARE AN IDIOT!

Over a cup of coffee, I watched Tiffany as she told me a story about the legendary wolf with her hands. She looked like my Math Teacher who instructs with both of her hands, as if agreeing also on what she’s supposed to teach, her expression told me that she teaches the lesson already for years, she got a firm and steady eye as she talks and a loud high-pitch voiced that show confidence and never falter.

The wolf understood me without words, he flew into the house, dousing me with splashes of wet snow. - Hey, hush, hush, now I'll bring towels, - I looked back to check that the wolf had remained in place. He obediently sat on the entrance rug. Smart dog. I brought three towels at once for such and such an animal and began to gently blot his fur with a cloth. He froze, all that could be heard was his heart beating loudly. - That's all, - she glanced at her work and broke into a smile, - Ah, that's what a wolf dude looks like!

"I know. But maybe, that's because i haven’t shifted yet. That makes sense right? I can't recognize him as my mate because i don't have a wolf. But he recognized me as his mate immediately because he has his wolf with him." "That doesn't make sense." He said without hesitation. "What?" i’m actually disappointed to hear that from Toby. He could at least give this theory the benefit of a doubt. "I mean, i don't know." Toby brushed his hand over his hair. Then he looks at me, and suddenly he pulls me to his arms and hugs me tightly. "Mitz, you can't be with him." "Toby.. are you being serious right now? Why?" I pushed his chest rather offended by his statement. He let go of me, looking disappoi

“What are you waiting for? You’re going to get soaked.” Wondering again if one of the both of them was losing a few nuts he joined her. Matthew Wolffe. Nicknamed the Wolf. Self-made and successful. And he was running in the streets alongside a laughing nurse who caught his attention singing soulfully at a club. She was laughing as she shielded her head from the rain, dodging passersby. Before long they were in front of her apartment. She led him through the doors and up the steps to her apartment. They were both dripping wet by the time they got into the warmth of her home. She left his side and turned on the lights. A puppy with light brown fur danced around her legs.