Mephisto Diablo 4 Wolf の小説・ストーリー

He was a bigger wolf than she was, by God. Used to working with—taller and with broad shoulders. His guilty determination prevented him from averting his gaze from her or making a concession. It is understandable why Larissa was drawn to the attention-grabbing gray. Lelandi couldn’t help but ponder the experience of having a romp with a boisterous wolf like him. Yet, damned if it hadn’t resulted to Larissa’s death. Keep company with those of your own type, as her father would have advised. No humans; only the red type of lupus garou. No one raised a cup to take a sip of their beverage, and not a single person moved. She fought the need to swallow and pushed herself to look at Darien to see w

The two men stood toe to toe, neither backing down. "Just kill them and be done with it. Baxter you can have your females return and all will be right with the packs again. All of this uproar over some insignificant little humans. Your wolves will find other mates. Rhys, if you could find this second mate after one hundred and twenty years, wait a little longer and you'll find a third." Metzger had a smirking look that left his face when Rhys grabbed him by the lapels and picked him up like he was a cub.

I had very little experience with either myself, but I’d heard enough to know better than to play with either. I started to beg, started to plead. One look at Mordric’s face and the anticipation in them convinced me otherwise. Mei-Mei withdrew a syringe full of fluid from one of the colorless vials. “Behold, concentrated wolfsbane. A potent cardio-stimulatory drug that has very little effect on humans and other shifters, yet is very deadly on lupines. We serially dilated it to make sure the dose won’t be too potent, but this will serve as a litmus test of exactly how much wolf you are.”

But he still held me firmly, hoarsely saying, "Alisha, I can't...even if you hate me, I..." His words were not finished when suddenly the surrounding black mist began to thicken, even covering the moon in the sky. A nauseating and foul stench filled the air. I widened my eyes, staring ahead. In the black mist, an immensely huge wolf manifested its form. The trees around it appeared petite in its presence. In its eye sockets were two crimson flames that emitted an ominous glow within the black mist. The Lord of Dark had appeared.

“Look! Her fur is white. I have never seen a wolf this beautiful before!” Nyx, a winter snow-white werewolf, has taken over Migumi’s body, her emerald eyes gleaming with fierceness. She was Migumi’s secret card. "Go!" Migumi commanded, her voice filled with urgency. Nyx darted forward towards the enemy’s direction. She leaped and landed on Charlotte’s back, her claws digging into her armor. “Argh!” she groaned in pain, her sword falling loosely to her grip. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the two warriors clashed. Migumi begins to gain the upper hand as she embraces the strength of her wolf she didn't know existed.

The power rolled off me in waves, heavy and suffocating, forcing the younger wolves to step back. "Heriberto is a god now!" I shouted, pacing the circle they had given me. "He eats magic. If you send a normal wolf against him, you turn into ash. We saw it happen in the driveway! Mathias is the only weapon we have that won't break. He is the only shield you have left." I stopped in front of Jax. The older wolf didn't back down, but his eyes flickered. He saw the resolve in me. He saw that I was ready to die on this hill.

It burned like liquid fire, tearing through my skin, responding directly to the homicidal fury consuming my soul. Behind me, a thick shroud of darkness began pouring massively from my skin, swirling through the air and separating itself to form a massive, terrifying entity: **The Crimson Shadow Wolf**. The phantom beast materialized with a deafening, unholy roar that shook the very foundations of the obsidian castle. It was a sound born of pure malice and ancient death. The glowing red eyes of the ancient spiritual wolf locked onto Lysander with a bloodlust that matched the agony tearing my heart apart.

Clearly not happy by what he was hearing and judging by Alex’s expression neither was he of all people. “Are you sure it was us? I mean it could have been any wolf” replies Alex once he was sure he wouldn’t blow up. “I’m sure. After all, he did describe us to a tee. A massive black wolf which is definitely Vox. A reddish brown wolf which would be Ash. And lastly a gray one which would obviously be Volt.” “And the fourth one?” Pausing, Zak moves to choose his next set of words carefully. My focus now on him because for whatever it was he knew we wouldn’t like it. My need to know rising as I move to ask him more directly. “Zak, whose the fourth wolf?”

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

He was unlike any wolf we had ever seen, with an aura of power and wisdom surrounding him. Sophia, ever the curious witch, approached him cautiously. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The wolf regarded her calmly, his eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge. "I am Arcturus," he said, his voice low and resonant. "And I have come to help you defeat Rocco once and for all."