Gallant 소설 & 이야기

Even though I am part wolf, he follows me and my orders nonetheless. Rage pulsed in my veins, my neck beginning to throb. I immediately linked with all other warriors outside their posts. “We have a trespasser. A male, part witch and part werewolf. Find him at all costs! And do not disappoint me,” I roared, making sure they got the message correctly. All my warriors responded with a huff. They knew what I meant when I ask them not to disappoint me, that is to come back with desired results, or it will be the end for their lives.

He was done playing Mary’s little game. Looking up at the young recruit who was all too soon showing his loyalty, “Well, Allan one thing must kill a man, since you are a soldier, you might as well put your strength and gallantness to a test, come on, we have a cunning old man to visit” ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

He lifted up his spear, and his men understood his gesture as they halted in a moment of disorderliness. The man’s chest was covered with a gleaming bronze breastplate emblazoned with regal drawings. He wore a red garment that swayed sideways when the winds blew against it. He seemed, by all standards, the leading figure. He dismounted from his horse and collected a battle helmet from a soldier who handed it to him. He wore the helmet, transforming his handsome face to an ugly mask. He snapped his fingers, and a black soldier gave him a scabbard. He pulled the glittering sword out of its scabbard. The gaze of the men around fell on the sword as it absorbed the sun’s reflected light, dazzling

Her nostrils flared and her brows knitted. Lilly stood there nervously as guilt rushed through her veins. Her brown waves covered half of her face and her emerald eyes were lowered. "What are you doing here ?" Champagne stood up harshly and the chair scraped against the floor making Lilly take a step back. "I..." Lilly lifted her head to explain and finally her sister noticed the scar on her face. It was vertical across her cheek with blood dried on it. Champagne's eyes roamed all over Lilly's body, she had on a blue sundress that was all dirty and her body was covered in scratches.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

His voice was loud and confident, unafraid of possible consequences of his actions. “Milano, sir. Milano’s the name, sir.” He saluted again, raising his head from it's bowed position, eyes bright with pride. Milano. I hadn't heard that name before. He seemed like one of the new recruits. Probably was. “Fall out.” I said simply, my hands finding their way behind me. He was relatively tall, muscles stretching his clothes taut with force. He walked out, hand placed proudly on his bright brown, leather belt. Probably from his first paycheck. Hadn't been here more than a month. Two months, if he was extra dumb. His heels clicked loudly across the concrete, slow and prideful, moving towards me wit

One that could’ve been Gillian or Calisto in a few years if Gallahan and I failed to nest and nurse back our parental blood link with them. Rogue wolves, unlike shape-shifting wolves like us, were uncontrollable. They were much more violent, volatile and aggressive than ordinary wolves and shape-shifting wolves combined. ‘Gallahan!’ I called out, desperation clinging to my attempt. If it was just the two of us, I wouldn’t have worried too much. Gallahan was the General of the Culling Army. Not only was he a capable and strong wolf, but he also had it in him to match the aggression of a rogue wolf.

“.....back in the early days,when our clan was still growing we experienced a lot of constant attacks from the surrounding clans. They were jointly lead by Lord Marken leader of the Crimson blade clan who was feared for his viciousness and brutality. Eventually, it reached a point when we couldn't accept this anymore and a great battle broke out. The battle was horrifying! It was said that enough wolves died that year their blood could fill a river!” With a bright sheen in her eyes,another kid asked:" Grandpa Alfred,how many wolves were killed to have caused that much blood to flow?" Scratching his white hair he replied, somewhat stumped;” Err….that I do not know the exact amount but the thi

His posture said he was ready for anything. Beta Garrick was pissed. He looked around and noticed the warriors speaking to one another. He waved at them to go far away. He was glad when they did. At least even if they were speaking, wasting their time, they were alert and were using their great sights to see what was happening far from them. He didn’t want witnesses, this had to be clean. It had to be done. Gael walked from the packhouse, tightening her trench coat. Her face radiated with happiness.