Loud House Wolf の小説・ストーリー

I badly wanted to know just what was going on. "You are finally having your transformation Axl. You are finally getting your wolf. You are almost there. I am so happy for you" he said to me.. I was getting my wolf? But how was that possible? I didn't get my roof when everyone else was getting theirs and even a few years later I still had hope thinking that I was just a late bloomer. I finally gave up when I had my twins and now I was suddenly getting my wolf out of nowhere?

The louder screeching of the wolf pierced through the ballroom. Landing on the ground, Marlon went for him again. His claws dug into the wolf’s skin; clawing away at his thick golden fur until he encountered his flesh. To retaliate, the wolf kicked his bottom claws and dug deep into Marlon’s hind legs. Marlon hissed out in pain, but it didn’t stop him from clawing through the wolf’s chest and ripping through his heart.

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

“Lucille has an amazing habit of rubbing almost everyone the wrong way.” “Everyone except you it seems.” A particularly lascivious grin curled the corners of my mouth. “What can I say. I enjoy some of the ways she rubs me in.” He snorted. “Yes. That’s precisely why you’re currently in hot water with the wolf.” I frowned. Not liking the direction the conversation was going, I decided to change the subject. “What did you learn from your probe into the North?”

He could see the understanding on Paul's face. Paul moved into the open cell. The cell they had waiting for him. The two black wolves were biting and fighting for their lives and not paying attention to where they were moving. Once they were all in the cell, he went totally limp. The two wolves held on for a good minute, but the rogue didn't move. Was he dead? They both let go and backed away. They were gasping for breath, try to regain their strength after the life or death fight. They were surprised and unable to move fast enough when the gray wolf leaped into the air and ran out of the cell, slamming the door behind him. It automatically locked. The two black wolves let out blood curdling

Trying to dodge their sharp teeth, Louve kept running and jumping just to keep them away from her, but one was able to grabbed her, pulling back roughly, making her yelp in pain while she tried to make it to the building, even if it meant dragging herself with the wolf on her tail. With a loud growl, she turned around at a quick speed, biting the wolf’s neck and shaking him until he let her go and fell limp on the ground, dead. More rogues were approaching, making her run faster until she was able to reach the entrance of the school. With more of them closer, she could hear loud howls in the distance and three wolves jumped in action. I recognized them. ‘Amoux,’ I said, relieved. He was foll

Hannah whispered to him, giving him a small smile. “What do you want?” Asher yelled, turning to look at Knox. “Bad guy..what do bad guys want…money, power, control. Same deal. I want Red Woods…I want to destroy Cross River.” Knox said grinning. The hall door busted open, wood shattering out into the room. A large dark gray wolf came bursting through, flanking his sides were several other wolves, all eyes glowing white except the one glowing ice blue. The back door to the hall busted open, another swarm of wolves came rushing in. The deep chocolate wolf leading the way, eyes glowing ice blue, looked fierce. Her eyes locked with the dark gray wolf as a silent order was given to surround the ro

I muttered in shock. The caramel wolf tackled the rogue with a bone-jarring impact. They rolled across the forest floor, a tangled mess of fur and claws. Clifford, its movements swift and precise, dominated the fight. With a powerful swipe of its paw, it delivered a fatal blow to the rogue, sending the creature limp and still. Panting, the Lycan turned towards us, its gaze settling on me for a fleeting moment before it shifted to Nicholas. It let out a low growl, the sound a silent communication.

"Of course, honey. Here, wear this - it's chilly in here." I’m taken aback when she hands me a yellow hoodie. It is a strikingly bright hue, and it is adorned with a logo that I had never seen before–a howling wolf beneath the words ‘Bluehills Wolfs’. It was a simple but profound design, and it immediately caught my eye.

Not many people know about this one. As we got closer a wolf jumped out at us. It was a rust color with pitch black eyes. It snapped at us trying to push us back the way we came. I hear Louise gasp knowing she is trying to figure out a way to get through this wolf. Before she can figure it out the wolf lunged at me. I let it push me to the ground. Pulling my knees up that it didn’t pin down I hit it really hard in the side. A sharp pain shot through my knee but quickly faded. I kneed the wolf again slightly moving it. It bared it’s teeth at me and snapped.