Romans & histoires Fluffy Tamer

Wondering what was he snarling at so ferociously, I lifted the flap slightly to peek outside. And I froze, mesmerized. Ezra’s magnificent golden wolf sat outside. His massive body was rippling with quiet power. His thick fur shimmered in shades of amber and honey of the morning sunlight. His broad shoulders towered above every other wolf nearby. But what stunned me more than his appearance was what he did next. He got up and circled the tent in a slow, deliberate and possessive manner. Like marking his territory. Strange…

I told her. I wished I could do the same in my own life. "Talk it out. If you want the truth, check his car camera. Do not be impulsive. A werewolf only has one mate for life," I added. Then I grabbed Kaizer's hand. "Let us go." Before we left, Andrius whispered a thank you. I only nodded. "How can you be so calm in that situation?" Kaizer asked. "You are the aggressive one between us," I replied with a smirk.

"That is what you are. That is what this is. There is no difference." I sighed in exasperation. "What is your problem with Alphas—" "Prove it." My gaze snapped to Tai as he spoke. "Stop growling like a wild beast and start acting like the prince you claim to be." He tilted his head. "A prince doesn't snarl. He commands. So command me, prince. Tell me to let you go." Lan's face snapped toward him. "Tai? What are you doing? Are you really going to drag this out? Just kill him, or I'll do it."

This fluffy thing was like a heater warming up my legs and stomach. Rain gave up and let him sleep peacefully. He even lets me take a selfie with Sam. Since his wolf had the size of a regular one, anyone seeing the photo would think that it was a domesticated grey wolf. His fur was light with thin black strips on his sides. What I liked the most was his fluffy ears, whenever I rubbed one it starts flickering repeatedly. "So, are the enforcers still around?" I asked after a while, I really didn't want to run into them.

Hurriedly, he interlaced his fingers with Caramel, asking for a backup. However, Latte had a different plan entirely. Her long grudge could only be resolved by killing the lord. By jumping on top of Fluppy, she stomped the dragon to attack. ROOOOARRRRRR! BAM BAM BAM. With the loud roar, Fluppy stomped to the ground and dashed towards Shadow without constructing any plan to fight the strongest emperor on earth. “It’s my honor to be here again, Lord Shadow. And now, die!” Fluppy created a crystal ice snow and threw it out his mouth straight to Shadow.

Five teen years ago, World War III has started. But not to against terrorism, not even communism, now mankind facing a ferocious monster called Fluxter. Their normal size was like a racehorse, but their appearance is different depend on the class and regions of the world. Fluxter has a main core that located inside the head, it used to command all of the body just like a brain. Seraph type is the only Fluxter with intelligence, it usually leading a Fluxter colony. Not like other Fluxters, Seraph can metamorphose to stronger form called Varniant. The size and power are extremely enhanced, and obtain different ability depend on the evolution path.

Sarah hated going on runs, but here she was, doing the stuff Jamie loved to do, and Jamie herself might've pulled out the makeup she shoved in her luggage for more than just getting the fingerprint lock to open. "We are. She's even moved up in the rankings for sparring. She's a tundra wolf from what we can tell. She's rather elegant in her shifted form but the fur is driving her crazy." "Haha! Yeah, it definitely would. She's probably driving everyone insane trying to get them to brush her fur out." "Last we heard, she's been trying to get Carson to make her a special brush she can use while she's shifted." Jamie glanced at the clock. It was starting to truly bleed into the waking hours in t

Dawn hissed that was filled with hatred and resentment. “Were you so concerned about that fucked up video?” He grabbed her hair and she squealed in pain. “Let me go!” She tried to remove his hands but he grabbed her even tighter. Flynn hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear. “Dumb girl. I just made that up so you’d get scared. I didn’t know it really affected you so much.” He guffawed. “Let me go, Flynn!” She pleaded while holding his hand, forcing him to release her. At this point she was crying and her eyes were clouded with fear.

Correction—the demon. It was camped out in the corner of the room, black, one eye glowing like it knew what I did for a living. The other eye was gone, just gone. The fucker had a walker with tennis balls on the legs, and it glared at me like I owed it money or maybe blood. “What the fuck is that?” I muttered. She didn’t even look up from the stove, where the pot of bubbling oat milk was now smoking violently. “That’s Flan,” she called over her shoulder, “Don’t let the attitude fool you, he’s sweet once you get to know him!”