Golden Retriever Wolf Mix の小説・ストーリー

“Here! With what you told me it sounds like she might be a Bond mender.” She points to the details beautifully written in script and we lean forward to read it. 'Wolves blessed with bond mender abilities are able to see, feel and mend clan and pack bonds. They are able to command and control packs with the power of their roar, their wolfen form rivals an Alpha size and agility. Though not naturally aggressive, when the bond mender is threatened or in extreme duress, they can force submission through a powerful wolf call that will force all wolves in front of them to submit. The call can be seen with a specific colour, green for mending, yellow for warning and red for a bond rending. The warn

Her body was frozen. Cassidy had fainted and she was bleeding from her nose, her ears, and to make matters worse. Our pups had shifted, and are now growling at me. Both Channing and Canis are two labradoodle height of wolves. Channing, my pup with white hair, was now a wolf with one black spot in Channing’s left eye, while his fur was fully white. When my second pup with black hair was entirely white with one white spot on Canis right eye.

Cold anger filled her gaze at me. “Why do you have my wolf”

Her eyes met mine and before I could say something to soothe her pain, she shifted into her wolf. Before me was a wolf with golden fur, her eyes were black and her scent was fucking insane. How the hell was a golden wolf possible?

It’s eyes—a mix of amber and gold. My wolf's head shifted to the front to see Healer Aric’s wolf. He has a regal air. With a fur that seems to ripple like liquid silver under the moon's watchful gaze, his eyes are a blend of amber and gold, reflecting fierce loyalty. My warrior wolves, with their fierce and unwavering gaze like molten gold burning with determination, fixed their eyes on me as we walked silently through the woods. The intensity in their eyes speaks of deep-rooted loyalty and an unyielding spirit, ready to defend their pack at any cost.

I remember crying because of the bullies who made me feel like I didn’t belong. I remember seeing my reflection in the water. Seeing my wolf and thinking it was the Goddess visiting me. “Gypsy” My wolf’s name is Gypsy. Her fur is pure copper red in color. I saw it in the water that day and it looked like thunderous fire from the skies and like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

Then the golden wolf sauntered off to the beautiful brown wolf who stood amongst the waiting wolves. The brown wolf couldn’t stop her whimpering sounds. Troy was pretty sure his mother would have been in tears had she been in human form. Gloria gave her son a proper tongue-bath, whimpering the entire time. The golden wolf stood still as his mother worked on him, whimpering intermittently too. All the other wolves, including the alpha, stood quietly as Gloria got acquainted with her son’s wolf.

The voice was soft and husky, laced with a wild edge, like it came drifting from wilderness. Suddenly, I saw her. A wolf emerged. My wolf. "I had my own wolf." I murmured, "My wolf!" My wolf. Most of the wolves in the pack were black or grey. I felt a surge of excitement and confusion as I tried to connect with my wolf. “...Why is my wolf silver?”

When I reached there, a gasp left my mouth as I saw her standing on her four legs, transformed into her unique wolf. Her wolf was half-white and half-black with two different colored eyes, one blue and one golden. Golden eyes on the black side and blue ones on the white side. There was a crescent moon on her forehead that shone brightly as a blue gleam had been coming out of her mark. Blue and golden aura has been coming out of her wolf's body.

Asher She was gorgeous. And that was an understatement. I have never seen a wolf so beautiful, so exquisite, ever before. She was a silver wolf. Like literally silver. I have seen a white wolf. Rose's wolf was almost golden-ish but silver. I have read somewhere that it was extremely rare that anyone would have a silver wolf and there were barely any instances of their existence.