Greyhound の小説・ストーリー

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

That was when it occurred to Horth that this particular odor was different, a sort of musky smell that continued to waft past his super-sensitive nostrils. The Worgan, who possessed the capability to hibernate for a hundred sunsets of necessary, had fastened itself to the overhead, an excellent location where nothing was likely to stumble on him. His skin, which could replicate nearly any background he chose to place himself against, was metallic gray. He sniffed, sniffed again, and felt hunger flood his body.

"It was an insignia of an eagle. The mark of the House of Wales." Her eyes went wide as she watched Anthony put his hands on his pockets and walked away with Pug.

Something massive crashed through the hedge below, and I dropped the last six feet, rolling, coming up with my back to the stone wall. The hound was enormous. Not an Academy breed. Not anymore. Its fur had gone patchy, falling away in clumps to reveal skin that glowed with corrupted moonlight - the silver-green of lunar poison, the kind that turned loyal beasts into weapons. Foam dripped from jaws that could crush a femur. Its eyes, once the warm brown of trained animals, were now void-black, reflecting nothing, hungry for anything that moved. Between me and the hound, a first-year girl had frozen.

She lifted her face to the sky and called for her mate. Trentity wolves have a light greyish fur with black tips on their paws, ears, and nose. Usually, the wolf and human share the same color eyes. Another tell-tale sign of what we are, as if it were necessary. Within a few moments, an enormous reddish-brown wolf with yellow glowing eyes was in front of us. Roxy moved closer and rubbed her body against Rafe's side.

She kept her attention drawn towards the page the entire moment she flanked the pages of the Journal. Finally, after passing through so many Pages, Cassie smile as her eyes darted towards the Content of the Journal with the title "The Few Supernaturals With The Ability To Seal Their Scent And Imprint" Cassie heaved as she read, at First, she came across a saying that said, "The Hellhound, also known as the Black Dog or Bearer of Death is a specie of amortal Supernatural Spirit who possess the body of human. Been the Guardian of the Supernatural World, a being known as the Harbinger of Death, the Hellhound possess Pyrokinetic and Thermokinetic Powers which helped in Covering it's tracks, scen

Maybe she was going to find something similar today but he didn't understand why it was so urgent that she would go out in the light drizzle of rain despite the fact that she was spoilt and always hated the rain. He was still deep in thought when he finally heard her bark excitedly while wagging her tail furiously like she had finally found it. He came over and inspected what she had found. They were close to the river now. At first he didn't see anything of significant importance. He crouched while watching Lily paw at a fallen tree truck. He came closer and what he saw made his blood turn cold. Right there under the dead tree was a girl. She had dark skin made to look dirty by the soil. An

Zach replied. I sighed, this wasn't news to me. I was livid when I heard that Lee had been rejected and was now mateless AND that he was infatuated with multicolored wolves. I had been close to losing it but Devon and Sam calmed me down and after a few days, I was able to stand the sight of Zack again. "What does that mean?" I demanded and Henry turned to me. "The man who trained my Aunt, the only other multicolored wolf in my lifetime, resides in the Blarney pack. Why do you think that they went there?" he asked.

They were turning the pages as quickly as possible to find any reference to this creature until they found a page titled ‘Black Dogs’ It had drawings to the creatures in it and when shown to Rory he would yelp in disbelief, the look on the page was so detailed. The book read: Black Dogs are a sign of great problems to come, they only act at the behest of hell and the one that summoned them. Black Dogs are giant hounds bred on the lower levels of Hades, they reach 46” in height, and with big and athletic builds, their teeth are large and sharp and always in display, and their tails are long and thick as workers' rope. Their eyes are red and orange like a flame as if their spirits were flamed

He said rubbing one of the puppy’s head. We know they will have a great home with you, and they’ll get to travel the world. Sandy chirped. What breed are they? How old are they? I asked. They are huskies, and they are three months old and are current on their shots, the vet even gave them a clean bill of health and travel certificate. Jason said with a smile. You know just in case anyone wanted to travel with them. He grinned. The little sneaks, they knew what they were doing. The puppies were sitting next to me when they lifted their heads and their ears pinned back to their little heads and started growling. I chuckled and looked up to see Damien walking towards us. Who do we have here?