Milf Hunting In Another World の小説・ストーリー

Mass chaos surrounded them. Alonso's men were falling to the ground one by one as Hunter glanced at his mom. She was surrounded by Draken's men in a protective shield. Hunter charged into the woods where he saw Silvia and when he got there, there was nothing. Not even her faint scent but he wasn't stupid or hallucinating. He was damn sure it was Silvia. He shifted back and wore the sweats that one of Draken's men handed him. Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines.

Both Ciel and Dante just nodded in agreement. “So,tell me Lucifer about Mila’s new temp amante.” Dante asked the italian word rolled off his tongue, and he sipped his drink. I could see how serious he was about this and knowing Dante he was very unpredictable. No one knows what he would do to Elias, not like I would care. “Well He’s a werewolf, an Alpha king to be exact and they soul bonded.”

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

She finishes the animal in record time and stands up. "Thank you, Alpha Female. But what will you eat," Millie asks, and I smile. "Just take me to Lucian, please," I reply, and she nods before striding from the hut. I half run to keep up with her long strides, but as I do, I take the opportunity to look around. The huts are all similar to ours and the village seems very basic. As I look around my eyes find several new faces. New faces that are all staring at me. Some curiously and some angrily. I try to sweep my eyes past the angry faces to act as if I didn't see them, but Millie doesn't. She acknowledges their looks head on. She growls as we move past the angry looking wolves, and I blush i

'No way! *** Flint and Kasper stayed for another day in the human world. It seems that the hunter already knows their identity but she still didn't make a move. They are observing and following her but she just continues to live her normal life. Both of them are puzzled about the things she will do. But most importantly, Kasper was confused. 'What am I feeling towards her? This only happens to a werewolf when they meet their mate... Is the hunter... my mate? That can't be!'

“Yeah, I’ll let them know we will be here until the stolen property is returned and to set up camp for the Berserkers.” “You and your team are more than welcome in our guest house.” “We are comfortable in our current accommodations. Thank you for the offer, though.” I left the room, and he followed, grabbing my good hand. I turned to face him, “Yes.” “Would you have dinner with me?” “Like a date?” I asked, confused. “Yes.” “It is not allowed. You are our client.” I stated and added, “Don’t werewolves have mates?” “They do, but some choose their own. I like you a lot, Nerine. You could do a lot of good here.”

“Killing you and owning Hilda are side quests to me. None of this is even really about you. You just happen to be in my way. Let me tell you how this all started.” I don’t respond and he doesn’t need me to. He loves the sound of his own voice and I’m a captive audience. “Milo found me in a bar,” he says, eyes distant like he’s reliving the memory. “Came in ranting about magic. How werewolves had no place meddling in that kind of thing. Honestly, we thought he was just some drunkard looking for attention.” Milo. That traitorous bastard. Why come to the human world looking for allies once Damon was gone? What could he possibly have been hoping to achieve.

This confused Thyra who had been watching their every move and was also taking pictures of everything. Not a moment later, gunshots resounded around the place as all the werewolves who are ten in total fell limp to the ground, the bullets killing them instantly as it was no ordinary bullet but a bullet created with mistletoe, a deadly poison that weakened and seized the muscles of werewolves immediately they are shot before killing them. Because of the bullet's fast effect on werewolves, they were rare to be found and could only be used on the order of the Alpha of the Pack. "Oh my goodness!" Thyra muffled a scream, knowing fully well that werewolves had sharp hearing ability. She took a few

Perhaps then, some of them would come out of the attack alive. Mila jumped from the treetop, landing squarely on her feet and rushing head first into the clearing without pausing. She had barely a moment to survey the area, before one of the attacking vampires turned on her. There was already one dead male wolf, and two females. This was going to be nothing short of a massacre.

It had been years, even decades, since one woman had two partners. Then Mom turned out to be half a werewolf; they fought, there was a war, blablabla, they marked her, and she got her wolf. And they all had a lot of babies. Like too many, honestly. I just mentioned my three older brothers, but I didn’t even get to the younger ones yet. Thankfully, they’re not old enough to attend Ardale. “You’re doing that thing again where you’re narrating, aren’t you?” Mila teased me.