Cycle Of The Werewolf Stephen King の小説・ストーリー

I woke up half dead. My heart began pounding fast in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins... A nightmare? I felt tightness in my chest as I struggled to breathe. I shoved the werewolf book aside with was lying on my stomach. Mom was right. Reading all those werewolf stuff gave me a freaking nightmare. I wanted to get up but my whole body felt numb, tired and dead... I couldn't die from a nightmare, right? Like seriously. Dragging my whole I reached my bathroom somehow which felt like I have already walked a mile to reach here.

Sarah wasn't there, and the grandma told Chloe, that Sarah left with the pack for an urgent meeting, leaving Chloe surprised that Sarah's grandma knew about them. Chloe started asking the old lady about things that she read, making her open up and share with Chloe, the pack's darkest secrets. The grandma confirmed to Chloe, that the ritual for activating her werewolf gene, requires several steps, the final one being a human sacrifice. Chloe immediately got scared, and determined to never do such a thing, and asked if there is a loophole that could replace the final step with something lighter, that wouldn't include the death of someone. Sarah's grandma slowly got up from her chair and went t

" I saw a woman slumped on the floor, not moving. Her widened eyes stared straight at him blankly. Several men were standing around him. And blood ... blood was everywhere. 'I found you, little girl! When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the forest. Now I remember where I've seen it before. Those golden eyes were the same as those of the werewolf that killed my parents that night. My hands touched my wet cheeks, tears flowed from the corners of my eyes. But when I looked at my hand again, it wasn't tears that stuck to the back of my hand but blood. I looked up at Alex with the hatred I felt for my parents' killer that made my whole body tremble. "I will kill you." I whispered. The last

she asked. Arec nodded and said, “Tonight and tomorrow night. Werewolves change the night before the full moon, the night of, and the night after.” Eve set her fork down and asked, “So, I have to go through this for three days every month?” Arec nodded. Shaking her head, she said, “And I thought having my cycle every month was rough!” She looked at him worriedly and asked, “Do I need to return to that room to stay the night?”

The atmosphere grew even more precarious as the animals circled, sensing the heightened emotions. Jack's eyes darted between Alpha Abel, Adriana, and the encircling wolves, realizing the precarious situation. "This isn't over," he muttered, a hint of frustration in his voice. With a reluctant step backward, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving the clearing in an uneasy calm. Alpha Abel remained vigilant until Jack's presence completely dissipated. Turning to Adriana, he offered a reassuring nod. "You're safe now," he assured her, the gravity of the moment slowly fading away as the wolves retreated into the depths of the forest.

I hoped there were not many wolves at River College. I only know that my family were werewolves, but the rest was still unknown territory. I couldn't fall asleep with a head full of questions, so I decided to close my eyes and just try. A bit later, I think I heard someone coming upstairs and coming into my room. I kept my eyes closed and tried to sleep more. As tired as I was, I chose to keep sleeping and didn't open my eyes when I felt my mom's hand on my face. 'Oh my girl. Are you OK?'

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

Then I turned to her and asked, “Are you sure, Kitty? If this works, I will have to change you into a werewolf on the third full moon after your marking.” "Yes, I want to be with you forever.” “OK,” I placed her on the bed and got up to go to the cabinet. I took out a vial of my venom, which I kept just in case. “This is my werewolf venom, you would have to drink it before I bite you.” She took it from my hands and she opened the cork. She arranged the tube at her mouth. “Slowly,” I told her. She sipped it until it was all gone. “How do you feel?”

It was both exhilarating and agonizing, pushing her beyond the boundaries of her flesh. As the ritual continued, visions began to assault Kiera's mind—fragmented glimpses of past, present, and future. She saw the rise and fall of great werewolf dynasties, the eternal cycle of bloodshed and rebirth that had shaped their kind for eons. She witnessed her own pivotal role in the coming war, a conflict that would consume all of the packs in its savage fury.