Is Sirius Black A Werewolf の小説・ストーリー

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

This created privacy for the party. Holding Alpha King's hand, I was treated with the most solemn ceremony. The werewolves living in human society were the ones who had the fastest access to information, they knew that Alpha King had found a mate. When I held his hand obviously they knew that I was his mate. Maybe they knew not only my name but also all the information related to me. News was an extremely important resource. These werewolves grasped the news very quickly. The party was not lavishly decorated, but focused on sophistication with the main colors being white and black hidden in the dim lights.

I took the chaos to mind link Tristan in privacy, his voice weak from the amount of silver he was contained with. : Tristan, is this you? The attack? It’s 50 wolves, no scent… what?... they’re all black wolves… Tristan, what is this? : the moment I see them I’m shocked, they are all huge like Silas, if not bigger, their fur as black as night and they are all lethal and deadly looking. A black-furred wolf is a thing of legend, no wolf has ever been fully black, not since the very first Alpha, the very first wolf to ever howl to the moon. If these 50 wolves were all pitch black...who the hell were they and where the hell did they come from?

“Are you… Smith?” Although there was a bit of speculation, Adam was still not too sure, a little hesitant to ask. When Smith saw Adam's appearance, he couldn't help but smile. “Yes, I am Smith. Furthermore, in my tribe, I'm not the only one who's a werewolf. All the wolves you met yesterday, including the king, we are all one. But they are different from me and you, they don't need the moonlight to transform into wolves. Of course, on the night of the full moon, our power becomes stronger. So, you don't have to panic."

Why she was being punished is really all they found of note in the video? “We’re aware of Alpha Black’s—condition. His parents were both werewolves, and while his turning is unfortunate, he’s been an asset to us. We hope that we can say the same of you soon. You may go,” he says with a dismissive wave of his hand as he goes back to his paperwork.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

He howled into laughter at the dubious headlines. "What about the werewolf news?" He asked as he cleared my throat, ready to read. "Every pack in planet earth now knows the name Tristan Blackwood. Whose packs span across countries. A father of four and a mate and husband to the goddess herself, Vanya Jacob Blackwood. " Then I added. "Do I even look like the goddess?" I giggled.

He positioned me in a chair but didn’t step away, his presence strangely reassuring as the adrenaline wore off. “The news is already airing the story,” he said softly, gesturing to the kitchen television. “They are controlling the narrative.” Sure enough, there was David’s face, pristine and composed as always: “—and in breaking news, tycoon of industry David Blackwood has announced his impending mating ceremony to Sophie Collins, calling it a ‘union of two ancient bloodlines.’ The ceremony that’s normally only permitted for true mates in the werewolf community— “

“A brutal war that broke out near the southern territories after wolves began disappearing mysteriously in large numbers. An entire site was found with wolves mutilated and covered in strange black markings.” “The then werewolf council feared black magic.” Cicero inputs, his hands still in his pockets. “So, they sent the two Alphas alongside elite wolf warriors to investigate. For weeks, nothing was heard from them. Then, a week later, two Alphas returned without any of the elite wolf warriors. When they returned, my Grandfather’s veins were noticed to have darkened. His wolf became unstable, that he sometimes lost control during shifts. They also found out that Silver no longer affected him

"That only worsens the envy of the black wolves. Why didn't the Moon Goddess bless them equally?" "Because not everyone is a worthy wielder. The black wolves' greed to succeed caused them to cling to human strength. They bargained with the hunters that slaughtered more white wolves. The Alpha, Luna, and silver wolves were killed. That almost defeated the pack until a smart white wolf who deemed himself a scientist experimented with the blood of the silver wolves. He used it to mix with the blood of the ordinary white wolf and the result made those wolves go insane.