Pink Werewolf の小説・ストーリー

Lark said as he winked at me. The Goddess came to my side and said, “Your son could be a piebald wolf considering you and Lark's coloring. Of course, if he is blessed with a wolf, genetic mixes of cryptids are funny.” Furrowing my brow I snorted rudely and asked what a piebald was. The Goddess smiled and said, “A wolf with both black and white fur. I've only seen a couple throughout my existence as they are quite rare creatures.” My eyes widened at what she said but then I nodded and asked her if I would be accepted as the dark Elven Queen.

Pink was the color for women and for the men, black. “You look stunning.” She put both hands in the pockets of her dress. “Is Mel coming?” “No.” She had been feeling ill for the past two days and I think it had something to do with her pregnancy. She was in the seventh month of her pregnancy; the last month for my kind. A complete werewolf would give birth seven months after taking in, while someone like me would take nine months since I was part human. “That’s a shame. I’ll inform Drake that we’re leaving.”

, and no one could tell him what to do, which meant he got away with everything. On my 13th birthday, everyone from the pack hosted a party for me to come into my wolf spirit. I was dressed pretty in a purple skirt and a white shirt, with my favorite black flip-flops. Mom curled my hair pretty. A way to know someone has come into their spirit is if their eyes glow. This is something that would only happen once to a wolf, and only on their 13th birthday, just to signify the connection between their wolves. Their eyes would glow all day. Afterward, their eyes would only turn black when their wolf is in control of their bodies. The Alpha\'s eyes would glow bright red. A beta\'s eyes will glow a

“It would have to be something like a Morrigan or a Succubus, maybe even Valkyrie, but definitely something with a feminine bias.” “Feminine? Why’s that?” Xavier raised an eyebrow in curiosity. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust George, the man had practically put one of the pack wolves back together after he’d run into a warlock’s silver-laced trap a couple months ago, so he obviously knew what he was doing, but he was curious as to the man’s reasoning.

Felix asked, looking into the eyes of the old woman, trying to see if he was lying. " As you know, the White Wolves were the first of the werewolf generation. They were blessed by the Moon Goddess with immense power as well as wisdom. They lived peacefully with little conflict, but that all changed with the power struggle. With White Wolves being on top of the supernatural food chain, every other supernatural creature wanted a taste of that power. The first is Drakoen, the mage of darkness. He was just a mere mage who wanted to be something. The only way to do it was through marrying the White Wolf, Princess Alvira. She was a bright and kind young woman who just wished for eternal peace," sh

As I absorbed Freda's answer, a newfound sense of empowerment blossomed within me. Freda's voice softened, filled with compassion. "But it's not just the physical aspect that defines werewolves. They possess a deep bond with their pack, a sense of unity and loyalty that transcends mere friendship. The pack becomes their family, their support system, providing a sanctuary where they can truly be themselves, accepted and understood."

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

There was no way I was letting go of such an opportunity. The guard gave me an enraged glare so I let go of him swiftly and lifted the sleeve of my left arm showing a red mark. The color of my wolf. It was history, but it was also a widely accepted rumor that wolves that were red in color were stronger and fiercer than other wolves. The guard's eyes seem to widen in shock upon seeing the mark. But then he nodded and led me to the registration unit. After registering, I was allowed into New Moove great hall.

“Usually female werewolves are born without abilities and they have only one fate, to be a wife and raise children. They don't even choose their own husband. Men decide everything for them: fathers, brothers. Who is older in the family. - You're a guy! Pasha interrupted me, not really believing my story. What the hell are kids? “Ordinary, like everyone else,” I smiled, looking at his sincere surprise. - Gifted are born very rarely. They are called "Moon". We have the same rights as alpha males. And it infuriates them. For some reason, everyone wants to tame, put in place a recalcitrant female, - I stared at one point, remembering how many times they wanted to rape me. I myself did not unders

Cheryl muttered in complete disbelief. All the tales; the legends; the stories her parents told her about as a child were real. The animal snarled, raising its right paw as it tried to claw Cheryl's face. Its chest rose and fell rapidly as its breath released warm vapour into the cold air. The cracking of bones jolted Cheryl from her thoughts. Her eyes widened once more. Now, instead of a beast, she stared at the frame of a muscular naked man. “You — you really are a werewolf,” she spoke through trembling teeth. The man glared up at her with his abnormal green-coloured eyes. He could tell she was fascinated, and he hated the way she watched him like he was some zoo animal.