Naruto Hates The Council Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“Because I have some news that might ruin your mood.” My smile disappeared instantly. “What happened?” “The council,” he said. I groaned immediately. “They’re already waiting for us.” “For what?” “To formally acknowledge us as Alpha and Luna.” I blinked. “That sounds like a good thing.” Hector shook his head. “You’re forgetting something.” “What?” “The council never does anything that actually benefits us.” I sighed heavily. “Right.” Unfortunately… that was true. The council had a long history of being difficult, manipulative, and generally unpleasant.

It comes before family, before his own self—respect. “ Don’t make them suffer. Tell me about Zero. I have to report his whereabouts to the council. They are waiting, Anne. The clock is ticking. ” When he has embedded the needle under my nail, he steps back, assessing my stoic face. “ The council doesn’t like to wait. ” “ The council originals… ” I cringe as the flesh under my nail begins to sting worse than before. “ can go fuck themselves. ” A harsh slap lands on my face, making it turn to the other side. I close my eyes, breathing in and out.

I run a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the frustration that’s building inside me. “That went better than expected,” Nero says, though his tone is still edged with anger. “Better?” I mutter, shaking my head. “That fucker should already be rotting in the ground, and we’re stuck waiting on these council assholes to make a move.” Nero grunts. “Believe me, I’d rather deal with Darius myself. But we need to play this smart. The council has the power to keep him in line—at least for now.” “I hate this shit,” I growl, pacing. “I hate that we have to jump through hoops to get justice for Eva. She’s been through enough.”

She stares down at her fingers knotted together on her lap, "I don't agree with the council. Their rules are wrong, demanding, and inhumane. No one should live their life scared of dying if they fail to find a mate. It's an infringement on human rights. The council is brutal. The whole country is terrified of speaking up against the law because they know they won't survive long if they do so. That's how the Council has been ruling since the beginning, and the people are tired of living in bondage. I hate it. I hate the council with every fibre of my being." "So you hate me then?" It wasn't posed as a question to her. It was a statement of fact. The dreams of the future that I had in mind for

"He engraved that the day both his mates died, the council had them killed in a rouge attack, they where his light out of the darkness, he loved them both so much" "Does the council do these often and get away with it?" "Yes, which is why I'm here, I want you to take your mates and run, I could see the love they have for you and that is exactly what the council will use to destroy you", "NO, I tired of running, I want to live and stop the fighting, the only way to do that, is to face them and I'm going to and I'm going to replace each and every one of them",

He was on the phone with the bloody council, and, unfortunately, they were hounding him to speak to Elle. He could barely tell Elle about their reality, never mind subject her to the council. The council is a group of bloodthirsty wolves who are hundreds of years old and think they know better than anyone else. With that age came a certain skepticism and an ability to manipulate others. The first stole their happiness. The second filled them with sadistic pleasure.

he said, his voice low, almost weary. Lola turned on him, her eyes flashing. “Then what? I’m ready to fight and take anyone’s life for my best friend,” she spat, every word dripping with fury. Fynn flinched slightly, but he didn’t back down. “Precisely for that reason,” he said, his tone heavy with meaning. “The Council might see your anger as bias.” I could feel the knot in my stomach tighten. My heart sank even further. It was clear now that the Council wasn’t going to make this easy for me. They didn’t want to let me off the hook, no matter what.

“You felt it too.” Lunaria nodded. “He knows.” Nyra snorted. “Of course he does. Alphas hate losing what they think they own.” “I was never his,” Lunaria said, her voice steady. Nyra studied her a moment, then nodded. “Good. Because the Council is coming.” Lunaria’s pulse quickened. “How long?” “Days. Maybe less.” Lunaria inhaled slowly, grounding herself. Fear tried to rise—but power met it, firm and unyielding.

"Bet, I won't have to eat for three days after that, because I will feast very well." The others nodded their agreement, followed by more words of anger and rage from the council members. Noise erupted in the council. Angry sprouts and hateful snides about the human culprit. Most of them are already having a hard time controlling their other-halves. A few of them have made a half shift, raging in anger. All were demanding the human that put them all in danger. Alphose and Degar winced in the midst of the chaos. They'd predicted something like this will happen eventually, but it doesn't make it any better that it will happen. The council has no idea their 'culprit' is in Naturiah, under their

Weird. “No one is going to attack me, right?” “Of course not.” The look he gave me said he wasn’t very pleased by the very idea. “They all think you are my feeder; no one will dare touch you.” “Don’t expect me to just sit in this house every day for the rest of my life. I need to find my mom, Deric, and you said we would find a way to fix this, to make everything go back to normal.” “We will try, but whether we succeed is a different story. The council is not to be messed with; they still think all humans are under their control. The only reason they hadn’t auctioned you is because...”