Quotes From American Werewolf In London の小説・ストーリー

My mind raced with conflicting emotions as I struggled to comprehend Ramon’s justification for his actions. “So, like a coward, you poisoned him instead of facing him in a fair fight?” I spat out, disgust evident in my voice. Ramon’s smirk only made me angrier as he leaned in closer, his voice low and menacing. “There is an old quote that everything has its price, my dear girl. And the price for challenging a werewolf’s authority is death,” Ramon replied coldly, his eyes glinting with malice. “If werewolves are like you and all the people standing here, then I am happy Andrew was not one of you,” I said, my voice dripping with disdain. “Your rules, your hierarchy, your twisted sense of justi

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.

“You’re not a thrall.” The werewolf bares his teeth and lunges.

Smith, "Do this group of men declared their names?" "No, I'm so sorry, Melvin, but the landlord did not get the chance to get their identities ." Mrs. Smith uttered. "However, one of them said something about 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'. Does that ring a bell to you?" I could not help but grit my teeth upon hearing that line. And there is only one werewolf pack who said those words. The wolves who attack Penelope's party and the one I fought with on the bus.

This extraordinary librarian seemed to hold a wealth of knowledge, and I yearned to tap into her wisdom. "Ms. Paulina," I began, my voice filled with eagerness, "I am consumed by a burning curiosity. Have there ever been records, whispers even, of creatures such as werewolves dwelling within the confines of this very city?" Ms. Paulina's eyes sparkled with a knowing gleam as she leaned against the counter, contemplating my inquiry. "Ah, dear Jasmine, thou hast delved into a realm where myth and reality intertwine. Verily, within the annals of time, this city hath borne witness to tales of untamed spirits in lupine guise."

the wolfdog says, his muscular figure pulsing more and more with energy ready to break out. - In vain did not follow the others during the great departure, would not interfere now. Life in Tibet must have weakened you, I will tear out your tongue along with your head, dry it and hang it like a trophy - says the ancient vampire, again in a terrible authoritative voice, straightening up and standing up in a menacing stance. The werewolf only slightly moved his head. “I haven’t seen your face for a long time, your ugliness has begun to fade from my memory,” the wolfdog says. A sharp fiery flash lit up the spacious hall. Several rows of columns in a circle, crackling for a moment, shattered to s

Zack confidently replies, "Despite his annoying behavior, I know I can trust him." Suddenly, Damon shouts, "I heard that, ZORNZON wolf!" Zack retorts, "Well, fuck you, flirty vamps!”

One stormy night, I was walking along a dimly-lit alley with a black umbrella over my head, and I saw a very handsome-looking young werewolf harassing a young woman at a bar entrance. The young woman looked terrified as she shook and trembled like a leaf. Just then, I saw a red glint flash in the werewolf's eyes. He spoke to her in a low, attractive, and magnetic voice. However, the words I heard were very different. All I could hear was him speaking in Wolfish, "This pretty little lady's so young and tender. She's perfect for a light supper!" So I made my way over to them, the heels of my stilettos striking the puddles with sharp, pointed clicks.

The world didn't just fade; it shattered. The moment Zayden’s fangs pierced the skin of my shoulder, the scream that left my throat wasn't human. It was a resonant, harmonic vibration that shook the very foundations of the tower. I felt the Alpha power—a torrential, liquid fire—pour from his veins into mine. It was a flood of centuries, a roar of a thousand wolves, and for a terrifying second, Hestia’s warning felt like a prophecy. My heart hammered against my ribs, struggling to contain the sheer mass of his soul.

He is most probably tearing down the entire city right now looking for me. He shrugs, then crosses his arms and puts a hand to his lips. “He probably is, and I am counting on it. However, I am sure you’ve heard of a werewolf’s scratch being lethal to vampires, yes?” Westcott continues as if I didn’t just speak.