Novel & Cerita Kera Besar Berbulu Hitam

"I've always been curious about who chose that name. Why Black Queen?" Picking up the knife on the table, I twirl it around in my hand "Because my heart is as black as coal. Have you seen the American show that goes by 'Once Upon a Time?' the evil queen who coincidentally goes by Regina too has a black heart. The difference between us is that I'm not trying to be good. I won't hesitate to stick this knife in your throat and watch as you take your last breath" "Why does that turn me on?"

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded

“Do you have no appetite, pup? Valera shouldn’t see you hesitating to eat the meal she so meticulously prepared” I raise my head, peering across to see him. This time, I don’t pay attention to his suction orbs. A glossy mane of curly black hair that flows down the back, skin so pale and white as if he’s with a terminal illness, and very wide and broad shoulders beneath the black sweatshirt he wears. He has such long lashes and his lips- Stop it, Himari.

Kieran. He ran towards the house but was blocked by a huge thing. He had to look up to stare at its creepy glaring silver eyes with black dilated pupils. It has a darkish brown fur, some of it standing at the nape of its neck, indicating that it's not tame. What in the world is this beast? I've never seen this kind before. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the beast lunged at him with its long and sharp fangs bared at him.

“I’m telling Jacinta!” “Hi, Cera!” Conan’s face lit up when his sister stepped inside. “What? You haven’t even done your hair? We’re late!” Cera scolded in the sweetest nagging tone, immediately grabbing the comb. Her small hands brushed through Conan’s silky black locks, so like Lois’s, before pinning them neatly. “There. Perfect. Gorgeous as always.” Cera adored Conan’s hair, always insisting it was a crown. Unlike him, and unlike Lois, the rest of them carried Alpha Karl’s legacy—blonde and white strands that shimmered in the sunlight.

(Karena memang bukan berasal dari vingsai. (Bagaimana kau bisa tahu?) Venus mencercanya. (Kau membuatku bingung. Kadang tahu banyak hal, kadang malah bodoh sama sekali padahal aku membutuhkan informasinya.) (Yah, saya memang hanya tahu beberapa.) Mustaka menyahut dengan nada ringan. (Termasuk yang ini.) (Memangnya ini bau apa?) Venus berkata datar. (Ebu Gogo.) Mustaka menjawab. (Makhluk rakus nan pendek dengan mata dan mulut besar. Mereka sangat berbulu. Saya harap Anda tidak dekat-dekat dengan mereka, Venus.)

The waitress at the counter-and my good friend-Kera questions, ceasing her wiping. Big busted, almost too friendly and always showing off her whitened teeth, Kera has been working here for as long as I have. Her eyes are something I've always been jealous of. The clearest crystal blue like nothing I've seen before. She's from the Wisdom Pack, so naturally very smart, and beautiful. "I was late," I say blandly, grabbing my name pin off my designated shelf, putting my coat in it's place. Kera rolls her eyes, throwing her wiping towel over her shoulder as she strolls over.

Sasha gives me back complete control. “Hello, Ari, or did Sasha not give you back control?” The one head in the middle talks. I’m too dumbfounded as I stare at the largest fucking three-headed dog I’ve ever seen. I mean, it’s the only one, but fuck, if I weren’t afraid of Cerberus, I’d think he was badass looking. Cerberus has dark greasy gray fair with streaks of black running through it. He’s massive, like the size of a dozen Dire wolves. His eyes aren’t just red; they are literally fire. His mouth is skeletal-like, and I can see every fucking sharp and long tooth individually. Black goo drips from his jaws. He’s menacing, and I don't want to fight him.

She hissed with an eye roll before moving to undress herself. "What are you doing? They're watching you!" Damien hissed in a low tone, wondering why she'd undress herself knowing fully well she was being watched. Kira ignores him and pulls off her oversized t-shirt and her shorts. "They're ready to attack you fool! Stop talking and change already." She hissed at him before switching immediately. Unlike many regular wolves, her wolf had pure white fur and she wasn't just any type of wolf but an Eurasia, also known as the Kazakhstan with pure white fur that sometimes looked like it had a thick grey on it.

I say hello as I make my way to the back, where the latest intake was placed. He is growling, his hackles raised as he bares his teeth at me and I ignore him. This big ball of fur is Brutus. He is a big baby. Brutus is an XL American Bully. He is all power and muscle. He is fawn with a white patch on his chest.