Novel & Cerita Finn: Character

"I'm just being silly. Hearing you talk makes the situation scarier for me. As you know, men frighten me, especially the kind with nothing nice to say. But I realize I'm dumb for thinking that. Not every man is the same." "You're not dumb, and I will not hurt you, Maya. You seem like a good person." The fairy says in a kind voice. I notice he also smells very nice, which is helping with my fear. "How about I give you a proper introduction—will that help you judge as not scary?" I laugh at the sudden playful tone in his voice. "You can try?" "Alright." He chuckles. "My name is Finn. I'm not sure how old I am in human years, possibly in my later twenties? Anyway, I live in a magical forest, an

“Why are you using her title?” Finn scoffs and crosses his arms. He still hasn’t risen from his kneeling position on the ground. He is purposely keeping himself at a disadvantage to show his compliance. “She’s a Luna, have you not noticed? Being her gamma and all, I thought you would have that basic information.”

Watching me like I was something dangerous… or something… I swallowed hard and turned away. “Hey!” Finn’s voice rang out as he jogged toward me, a grin splitting his face. “We won at almost at the same time.” I laughed, bumping his shoulder. “Of course you did. You’re secretly terrifying.” I had seen the silent and shy type Finn portrayed for who he really was. He was actually incredibly strong and powerful. “Shh. Let them keep underestimating me,” he winked. I laughed only to feel a pair of cold eyes drilling a hole in the side of my face. I followed that feeling and found Ronan glaring at me.

Finn was in the six-foot range and towered over my meager five’ four. Where most werewolves tended to be muscular and brawny, Finn was lanky but wiry. It made many people underestimate just how fast and strong he is. His sandy brown hair, green eyes, dimples, made him popular with the ladies, too. Tonight he’s dressed in a dark t-shirt and jeans; simple but nice. Very Finn-ish. “Do I know who?” I asked, not sure who he was talking about. “The guy over there. The one you’re drooling over,” he replied, sounding a little jealous himself.

So Yubin was able to see what was Finn thinking, it was obvious from the start, he is the person with an expression that is overflowing from his bound, thus he was easy to read like an open book. Yubin give a frail smile and lifted her cup of tea, sipping it silently until she remembers something... "By the way, Lord Finn, may I know your mother's name?" She asks to hope and ease her mind because a name Finn clangs to her head and if it was possible, her theory might be right. "Oh, my mother's name is Charlotte Venlagis Delattre... May I ask why you ask of her name? "

Finn yelled. And his face then turned to me, a warning growl rumbling through him as he walked forward. “Please… I don’t want to hurt anyone,” I said. “Just let me go and I’ll leave. I promise.” “Devil… You will not be leaving here alive,” he said, and he charged towards me. Goddammit. He wasn’t like Allison, a girl who had clearly never experienced any sort of combat herself. Finn was a warrior, someone I assumed had probably trained with Kieran at some point.

Irvin had left to walk his brother back to his room and let Henrick handle the situation. “What’s your plan now?” Henrick asked him. His arms crossed on his chest, body slouched on the chair. “I don’t know.” He said. Pouting. Finn is practically a kid in a teenager boy’s body. He’s always been the playful and predictable among them, and even until now he couldn’t fathom how Boone liked the guy so much to the point that he would let him stay on his place that even Henrick aren’t allowed.

“Fuck you, Charles.” I laughed and took another sip of my beer. Damn, it was good. I wondered what it took to get these barrels in. I looked over at the bar and Finn had been switched out for the shorter wolf, he had deep circles under his eyes and was a grey color. Wrinkling my nose, I turned back to the group. “What?” “That Finn is a damn mountain. If he had any Alpha blood, he’d be a fucking force to be reckoned with.” Nat chuckled. “Our Alpha, feeling insecure? Who would have thought.”

"Do not tell the mortal strange things." Swishing his tail, Kavan turned around and walked towards his cave. Furrowing his brows, Fyn puffed his chest. Ridiculous! How could he even think that Kavan was nice when he was still acting like an arrogant bastard? Narrowing his eyes, he walked angrily over to where Kavan was, "Just to let you know, I do have a name. Mortals have names." Kavan barely glanced at him. Fyn huffed, "It's Fyn by the way. Not that you asked!"

I crack my neck as I begin to shift into my massive lycan. In human form, I am six foot ten inches. When I finish shifting, Fin stands at seven and a half feet. I feel the fur beginning to sprout on my skin. My bones pop out of place. Shifting into my wolf form. My face extends to that of a large beast known as Feidhlimfinn or, as I call him, Fin. I watch as the eyes of the warrior before me enlarge. Peering down from behind Fin's eyes. Fin is known for his brutal killing style. Making his prey suffer a slow agonizing torture. Then, he will have a slower death if time permits. I will make time for this asshole since he won't simply give up his boss.