روايات وقصص ضمن Kera Besar Berbulu Hitam

He never once complained because we both understood the cost of caring for our pack. Kai was very impressive for a wolf. He was a massive black wolf, larger than any other Alpha wolves that we had met. There were also streaks of midnight blue throughout his fur. As far as we knew, he was the only wolf with that coloring pattern, and he was quite proud of that.

I led Winter into the woods, finding a secluded spot, and patiently waited for her to shift. Observing her quietly, I marvelled as she gracefully removed her clothes and transformed into her wolf form, the elegant and beautiful Kira. Her fur, a soothing beige, looked incredibly soft and abundant, setting her apart from the typical appearance of a wolf. It gave her an air of gentleness and fragility, but I knew better than to underestimate her; as a gamma, Kira possessed strength and resilience.

Tyka wasn’t a ‘voice’ or an ‘imaginary friend’ she was real and she was part of her. Slowly she stood up and lifted her head and began to walk then trotted forward stopping at the small lake in the middle of the woods she took a deep breath and looked at her reflection. A magnificent deep chestnut Wolf with bright golden eyes looked back at her, her fur was long and thick, dark glossy chestnut with streaks of burgundy and rich red combining to ensure her coat never seemed to stay one colour changing as she moved and the light caught it. Pricking her ears she heard them coming towards her and Tyka took over quickly masking her scent and moving into the shadows she watched the huge black wolf

When the blinding light finally dimmed, every soul who was still seated before was forced to stand up. The creature on the field was indeed a wolf- a gigantic one, even bigger than the black wolf. This she-wolf possessed very rare pearl white fur, rare eyes, was taller than the black wolf and even had, not one, not two, but freaking nine long tails that seemed to be alive!

However, because of the multiple layers of clothes on Keira, it was a struggle for her to run fast and eventually she tripped on some roots on the ground. Snarl! There came the beast again. “Aaahh!” Keira screamed. Zane blocked Keira from the beast and that’s when he saw a proper look at it. A wolf? A huge dog? A bear? What is it? Questions flashed in Zane’s head. The appearance was indistinguishable, but it’s definitely a large wolf.

They are very long, black and thicker than human hair—or even dog hair. A Siberian husky?

The dog, if you could even call it that, was enormous. Cerberos had a wide and stout body like that of a pit bull’s, except this body stood at least ten feet tall. The three, fear-invoking heads, rose a few feet higher. Its skin was completely hairless, the dark, leather-like material stretched taut over sinew, muscle, and bone. Teeth as long and sharp as daggers emerged as each of the heads pulled back its ugly black lips in a show of hatred. Each head reminded James of a decomposing Doberman; ears flat back in agitation, black pits for eyes. The middle head barked a low bass-filled roar.

Voice came again and this time it made me jump, I quickly looked down and when my eyes landed on the black and white fluffy ball, my eyes literally bulged out of their sockets. Bloody hell! I quickly looked at Eira and saw her smiling at it, I moved my eyes to Geralt and saw him doing the same. What the hell is happening here? Is this tiny Pomsky talking? Or Am I just imagining everything? I stared at him in confusion, He has tiny legs, black and white fur. He was adorable with his ocean blue eyes and tiny ears.

traditional Māori greeting). Gael responds in kind to her and she turns to me. I get my first good look at our beta, Karamea. She is short for a werewolf, standing at about 5’7”. She has beautiful bronze-colored skin and caramel, almond shaped eyes. Her strong jaw adds a ferocity to her high cheekbones and beautiful features. Karamea’s hair is pulled into a low ponytail, but it’s easy to see that when unbound, it would hang below her waist, waves adding dimension and body to it’s shiny blackness. She smiles at me as she walks over, her Māori facial tattoo stretching on her lips. The fish hooks on her chin pointing up towards her lips and down towards her neck, her lips black with a sma