Hunting In Another World With Elf Wife の小説・ストーリー

He moved with me, keeping his arm around my waist and trailing the fingers of his other hand around my kneecap. “I’ve been around a long time,” he hummed. “And you aren’t the first hunter I’ve met. Besides,” he added, with a wry smile, “my very existence goes against the laws of nature. It would be… ill-advised of me to doubt the existence of other supernatural beings.” I made a non-committal sound in the back of my throat. He smiled. “Maybe that could be our first hunt together. The ghost of Wiley Manor.” I snorted at that. “Sounds like a terrible name for an equally terrible book.”

The elves ceased their movement at my words and seemed to gaze but I couldn't quite depict their emotion. From my left, I noticed Cade also had a confused look, but I didn't pay much attention to it and focused more on the situation at hand. We were startled when the sound of large hooves trampling the ground approached and, bursting from the bushes, an enormous white deer with golden antlers trotted towards us. Immediately, the surroundings troops went in "garde-a-vous". As the deer walked by, I noticed a raven haired elf was seated on it's back, his leafy green eyes starring down at me. Ciel was mounting an enormous deer as well, but its coat was a light grey.

“SHIT! Your wings are distracting me.” Althy complained when they reached their hunting ground. “Deal with it,” Eleand chuckled. He joined the hunting party while waiting for his mana recovery to shift back to his normal form. They were hiding behind an enormous rock and patiently waiting for the white lion to come out. The cousins chose this animal only for a thrill. They were inside the deepest forest of Velidia. The glacier was thick, and the snow fell heavily. Eleand blanketed himself of a thin fire to prevent him from hypothermia.

The forest outside seemed to hold secrets untold, but in this room, with this enigmatic elf, I began to feel a fragile sense of belonging. The man's question hung in the air, its weight sinking into the room's hushed atmosphere. "May I ask what you are doing in these forests? It is quite far away from a werewolf territory."My eyes snapped open, a surge of realization coursing through me. He knew. He knew what I was. Panic fluttered within me as my gaze met his, a silent plea for answers. His eyes, like pools of ancient wisdom, bore into mine. "How do you know I'm a werewolf, and what do you mean it's far away?" The words tumbled out, a mixture of disbelief and anxiety. He regarded me with an

She might hear us. “Okay.” He said and he attacked two armies who were assigned to look out for the whole pack while the Alpha was out. I ran to the pack house and search for his wife. “Grrrr…” I saw an old lady growling at me when after I broke their lock. She jumped to attack me so I smashed her with my bow and I saw how she was hurt by the silver. I put an arrow for her and shoot her. I heard him howling already. So looked around and failed to find his wife but I found a picture of their marriage. I shoot it and the glass broke and it fell. I ran out of the house.

Anger soon replaced my sadness and I looked at my husband and stood. "Let's go hunting Forest," I growled roughly and he laid Fillan down on the floor and stood with me. "Honey we cannot chase after him, we don't know where the wolf God has gone," Grayson informed me before drawing me to himself and holding me against his chest. Amelia glanced around the room and yelled," show yourselves." Several of the small creatures came out from behind the furniture and the shelves. Heidi I could see was one of them. She hurried before Amelia and lowered her head.

“Aren’t you going to let me go? I told you what you wanted to know.” “No.” I say and continue walking. His yells, expletives and cries follow us as we move deeper into the forest. “How long will those chunks of wood hold him?” Avani asks me. “Until he’s dead and his body starts to decay.” He stops, looking at me. “Seriously?” I shrug. “Yes, seriously. Unless he rips his legs off to save himself.” “And you say I’m gross.” “A lesson learned too late, but he should know not to mess with elves. Now he does.” I say. I mean, if you’re going to hunt something, shouldn’t you know something about the creature you’re hunting?

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

She loves to play chase, it didn’t matter if I was chasing her or she was chasing me. Where werewolves are strong, elves are fast. We’re not quite as fast as vampires, but we’re more of a mix of the two. Elves have strength and speed, but less than either the werewolves or vampires. However, I never let Hera know that I could easily outrun her. I’d give her a good chase, the wolf in her always loved that, but in the end, I’d either let her catch me or I’d let her get away, depending on who was chasing whom.

The big question was, where? When I returned to Phanteon, I went back to my routine duties, telling myself that her safety or life didn’t concern me. That she wasn’t worth finding. Wherever she was, it was her problem, not mine. By nightfall however, Elijah went barreling inside my chamber. “Get your ass off that bed now!” he shouted. I gave him a cold stare. “What is the problem now?” I stated. “It’s your wife, dear brother! My informants told me she was in Oldan’s blood auction! She’s in the vampire realm!”