Lawrence Talbot Wolfman 소설 & 이야기

First a man, then a big black wolf rivaling the height of a human. "How....." Muttering out of pure shock, the unknown man resisted a gasp. In this state of separation, as the driving force, Alexander becomes unconscious. So the ones available was his wolf side and........eyolf. "What.....measly.....thing...." Eyolf said slowly then turn to the wolf side. "Go......hunt..... hiding....wizard...." With a loud growl that shook the atmosphere the giant wolf disappeared in the blink of a eye. Unable to catch the speed the mysterious man stepped back cautiously. "You—how can you—"

I agree. A growl erupts from behind them and I reach out grabbing Robin and throwing her behind me with a pained grunt. Isaac spins on the ready for the attack. The wolf stalks closer his lips back in a snarl until it sees Robin cowering in fear behind me. Its fur is pure white, all except a rusty red streak on its left side. Suddenly the wolf shifts into a man. He puts his hands up in a nonthreatening manner. “Robin,” He says.

I really loved it. Lancelot hastily took off his shirt, eyes already glowing in an intense yellow tone. “I’ll turn first,” he said, stepping back. And without hesitation, he gave in. His skin retracted, his bones changed, and before me, the human figure gave way to a medium wolf, imposing and beautiful. He let out a low, hoarse growl that looked more like an invitation. “Are you coming?” his eyes seemed to say, and I didn’t hesitate.

He glanced at the sleeping young cub, furrowed his brow, and opened his phone, only to notice that it was a message from Lyra. He hadn't even realized it himself; his fingers moved faster than his brain. Without much thought, he clicked into the conversation. Lyra had sent four pictures. "Mr. Ambrose, is this wolf an ordinary wolf or a wolfman? Can you recognize it?" "The fur is gray-black. Please reply to me quickly." Tristan hadn't even opened the full-size images yet, but he already saw a large gray-black wolf lying on a big bed. The angle seemed like it was secretly taken and wasn't very clear, a bit blurry.

He flicks a cigarette butt onto the ground and stands there silently. I whisper, “He’s waiting for someone.” A moment later, an enormous black wolf emerges from the woods. It’s two times bigger than Riven or any other wolf I’ve seen. The man with the rifle cackles. “Marcel, you big son of a bitch, I nearly shit myself just now!” His laughs sound like coughs, probably from years of smoking. The wolf transforms and a tall man takes its place. So, this is Marcel. He towers over the other man.

"Now, the next fight is between our Salisbury, champion, never defeated, Theo, alias, Rabid Wolf, and Eastern Plains's champion, Rocky!" The announcement shed some light on the man's identification. I figure that Theo is his name and Rabid Wolf his nickname. However, something strikes me as odd. The moment I draw closer to the cage, I can sense that he is a werewolf but his wolf has been suppressed for a while. Probably black magic or silver.

But I walked back to see he was pointing at something on the back of the wolf the doctor held. I was surprised to see a golden line, on the back of the wolf. It was dull that by the time it got to back of his head, it had almost faded totally. 'Talon?' I said before I could stop myself. 'Yes. Talon. That is his name. You know him?' The doctor asked. 'No,' I said sharply as I began to walk. 'It was said that the golden wolf will come from his loins. Have you forgotten that?' The doctor who had asked if I was the real golden wolf said.

He lifted his hand to reveal a white paper origami wolf, that when you move its tail, it looks like it howls into the air. “This is for you. While you are staying with us, you are a part of our pack and nobody will ever hurt you. I give you my word, if anyone lays a hand on you, they will lose their life.” I watched his eyes flicker and could see his wolf present, there was more to his words than just calming Susan down. “That's beautiful. Look Leon it looks just like Mystic, Nate's wolf.” She gleamed as she reached for it but I on the other hand stiffened. That was not a part of the conversation we had gotten too yet.

But the reason they saw it was sending fights our way. Now, we are to fight tooth and claw to carve our way out of the chamber. Lucas, massive, muscular, and commanding is a blur of motion as he wrestles with the wolf, who dared to get in our way. Talia, my golden wolf, is a blaze of fury beside him, the light of my fur stark against the chamber’s dim and oppressive gloom.

Lawrence said. He had a chuckle – dark, menacing, more like a growl – ‘My friend,’ he said, ‘You have been very foolish indeed.’ "Mercy? From you? You don’t have to feel sorry for me Lawrence.I will rip your heart out bare-handed.” With that, Like transforms into a wolf, and his great big body is covered with black fur. He stepped closer, the darkness of malice shining in his eyes as the man rushed at him and closed the distance rapidly.