Is Sirius Black A Werewolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

Some have their guard lowered, not expecting Xavier the black death to come out of nowhere. We hide in separate trees as we felt two stronger auras. The other one was a werewolf and a vampire. They halted and turned their head to the tree we were hiding, but they shrugged it off and continued. Thank God for these sick potions. We focused on what they were discussing. "...So you think we can find Xavier the black death and ask for his help?" Old werewolf dude asks, disbelief crossing his face. Wait for what? "He's evil like us." The vampire dude said in a weird accent. "We can ask him for help killing the pack here."

The difference in their auras felt like a rabbit and a wolf that hunting its prey. Sirius turned and walked away, Mr. Owen shaking even more. He had no other choice. It's them or him. Sirius heard Mr Owen's screams and the sound of gun shots echoing through the warehouses of the illegal narcotics factory. That day, Mr. Owen shot five of his employees, with his own hands, who dared to deceive Lord Sirius Brown.

He also observed Tyler’s transformation. “You will be fine, Tyler. I have an important werewolf to battle with.” Titus said. He growled as he attacked the werewolves all at once and escaped the circle. Titus appeared in front of the werewolf, whose scent terrified Devil. “You.” Titus was surprised when he saw the colour of the werewolf. It was black. The Alpha is the only animal with black fur. “The Alpha. Finally.” Titus was surprised to see the werewolf’s white eyes when he turned around.

Avalea Aldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.

“I’ll look toward to seeing you there. I wonder what kind of wolf you are. What’s the color of your coat?” “Gray,” I answer. “Yours?” He smiles broadly. “As black as midnight. But of course, I won’t be able to shift because of my legs. I lost my ability to shift. The only other black wolf I’ve ever met is Hector. That man truly reminds me of the old me, you know? We’re so similar.” Evan is a black wolf. I never even knew. We never got to shift when we met each other. Black wolves are relatively rare, which is why I guess Julius is so damn proud.

I noticed the men didn't put any effort into chasing me, but I still continued into Sirius called my name. "That's enough, Rachael. Come back here," he said. I was surprised to see he had completely pinned Ethan to the floor, even as Ethan was in his werewolf form. "That was a beautiful attempt, but trust me it won't work." Sirius's eyes glowed red, signs that he had used his power to defeat Ethan in seconds. "What were you thinking Ethan? You thought you could fight me?" He held sharp claws at Ethan's neck.

"Especially when disturbing rumors start spreading about the Blackwood heirs and their... pet project." Nathan shifted uncomfortably. "What rumors?" "Oh, the usual." Seraphina waved a manicured hand dismissively. "That you've been keeping a feral wolf. That she destroyed an entire pack facility. That she's some kind of enhanced killer created by Marcus Wells." Her smile turned sharp. "Imagine my surprise when I discovered it was all true." Stephen struggled to sit up straighter, his alpha training kicking in despite his weakened state. "Seraphina, we can explain.."

"I know witches and werewolves don't particularly like each other but a witch attacking werewolves hasn't been heard of for hundreds of years." "We aren't sure if the witch is directly behind the attack. Bethan mentioned seeing a wolf." Daniel replied as he sat behind his desk. "A wolf with black eyes." Ethan tilted his head in interest, brown eyes darkening in thought. "How interesting. Only wolves who have killed innocents have black eyes." "That's correct." "Are you aware of any wolves with such an affliction?" Ethan asked.

"At least explain why?!" Xavier sighs before flipping open a page. He thought he won't look like an idiot when he talked to him in his head in case he slips up and creates awkward facial expressions. "Werewolf senses require werewolf mana to operate. My guess is that Mr. Zyris is using something to block werewolf and vampire hearing to avoid anyone hearing about their conversation."

But Tyr brushed it all off as he prepared himself for the fight. The scent is gradually increasing by a second and while Tyr stays still, the rogue appeared out of nowhere and jumped over him. He veered to the side faster than the ticking clock, avoiding contact with the black wolf from devouring him. This one is a true werewolf by the print on one of her hind legs that is practically almost glowing against her sable black coat. Despite rogues recognizing royal-marked werewolves, they, in general, are just not believers of supremacy over their kinds and want equal gifts and power from the moon; even thinking their mates aren’t gifts but rather a curse, deeming them their lifelines and greate