Mudwing Icewing Hybrid 소설 & 이야기

The roar of the crowd was supposed to feel like home. Sebastian Cruz had spent fifteen years chasing that sound. The thunder of ten thousand voices shaking the rafters. The slam of bodies against plexiglass. The screech of blades carving ice. It lived in his bones. It pumped through his veins like blood. Tonight, it sounded like a funeral. 3 to 1. The scoreboard hung above center ice like a tombstone, glowing red with defeat. Vancouver Storm at home. Calgary Snow Wolves visiting. And the man responsible for two of those three goals was currently gliding past the Storm bench, his number 17 jersey a walking insult.

my bloodshot eyes met his, and despite the tears, despite the pain, there was nothing but sorrow and fury in my trembling voice. "Da-Damien… how could you say that?" I croaked. "I never even knew about Zach… not until it was too late. I never chased after him… just like I never asked for you. You both were my mates." His grip tightened. "Shut the fuck up! That’s what you always do. Lie. Twist the truth to make yourself look innocent." His voice was venomous now. "Now fucking answer me—what kind of hybrid is he? Vampire-wolf Dragon-wolf? Lycan-vampire? WHAT IS HE?" He's out of his mind.

Before I had a chance to ask any questions, a winged wolf swooped down, knocking Peter away from me. Two birds called from above as lightning danced across the sky. Large balls of hail starting mixing in with the rain. I knew that Mia had found Izzy, and the birds that I heard were their impundulus. Timophy rose to his feet, smiling as balls of burning sludge formed in his hands. I returned his smile as I twirled my finger, creating a tornado of rain and ice around him. Shards of ice pierced his undead flesh as the the tornado's intensity grew.

he said over his shoulder, clenching my jaw I just ignored him. I had chopped a hefty pile of wood which should last me at least two weeks, winter was creeping in and soon we would be knee deep in snow, I had allot of work to do before that happened to ensure I had enough to get us through. Looking up toward the cabin door I wiped away the sweat from my forehead before steadily making my way toward it, I needed a shower, it was nearly ten in the morning and I wondered if Laya had finally consumed the blood I had left on the kitchen table for her, she was a hybrid, half vampire and half werewolf, at least I assumed she knew that about herself, after what she said earlier however, I wasn’t too

Nueva poured more crystals from her open hands and blasted them into a jagged wall blocking the wolves path. One wolf launched itself over the icy wall, and Nueva instinctively formed an ice spear jamming it into the ground between her legs. The weapons pointed head sliced through the animal's chest mid-flight, trapping it in the air. The wolf's guttural howl blended with the squeaky noise as the heavy body slid down the slippery shaft until it was face to face with Nueva. Its strong jaws snapped at her before the head fell forward, and the legs ran into death's last moments.

Winter chanted,low, steady, foreign words rolling off her tongue, curling in the air, frost and lightning answering them: “Thalara vesmir… krystin falen… orsara vindel… shivra lonthar…” Walls of jagged ice erupted around allies, shields forming from the ground beneath their feet, spikes shooting outward as hybrids lunged. Asher darted in from the right, wolf form sleek, fur glinting under the moonlight. He barreled into a hybrid, teeth sinking into its shoulder, claws raking its throat. Aria followed,small but ferocious, claws slashing, biting, making her presence known.

frowning he shakes his head, “But he said he would allow me to leave here with the baby,” scoffing I role my eyes, “And you believe him? I had a vision of you dying at the hands of Demetrius, and I can’t let that happen.” “What are you saying?” “If I bite you, there’s a very good chance that you’ll turn,” swallowing hard he clenched his jaw, “Turn into what?” “I don’t exactly know, I’m a hybrid, I’m a werewolf, vampire, and also my wolf is a white wolf. I’m not sure how it all works, but I have a feeling that you’ll have turn into one or the other,”

Marcus didn’t waste any time. He pushed the heavy oak coffee table to the edge of the room, creating a wide, hollow square on the Persian rug. “We’re starting with Sensory Synchronization,” Marcus said, looking between us with a grin that suggested he knew exactly how much we were going to hate this. “Hockey is about reading intent before it becomes action. If you can’t read your partner’s breath, you’ll never read a defender’s eyes.” He stepped between us, placing a hand on each of our shoulders to line us up.