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

I stood like a deer in headlight, as if waiting for the wolf to pounce on me and kill me. The wolf's attempt to push the door open failed since it was bolted. His eyes flashed golden, and I heard a low snarl. Through the glass, I couldn’t make out his dark face, and I had no doubt that he could see me well, being a werewolf with better eyesight. All of a sudden, his gaze locked with mine. A snarl ripped his chest as he shattered the glass with his elbow.

She blushed slightly, hoping to get him talking to distract her from the memory of the dream. "Not long. I had my first, what did Quent call it? My first change last year in Afghanistan. It wasn't exactly a pleasant experience." Jackson tightened slightly, keeping his eyes on the papers scattered across the floor. "Oh. I'm sorry." Chloe suddenly felt incredibly foolish. She knew she should have started the conversation with something safer, like religion or national politics. "Actually, until today, I didn't know there were any others like me out there." Jackson reached for the suspicious letter, holding it up to the weak yellow glow of the overhead light. He turned and smiled at her. "Quent

“The guy I met last weekend — umm, what's his name again? Barry or maybe Larry, shit I can’t remember his name, but he just didn't do it for me—Maybe I just need to meet the right guy.” AWOOOO! A loud howl ripped through the silent night, startling the girls. The werewolf was pissed, how dare this Barry or Larry touched her. How dare he sampled what rightfully belonged to him. He told himself if he ever got his paws on this filthy guy, his head would roll, literally. It howled again, louder this time. “What the hell was that?” Katherine asked as she grabbed onto her friend.

It just breaks my heart to see her like this. "Well, I am a Lycan, Chris and Nate are also Lycans as well. We are like you, but a little bigger.You, my little mate are what is called a werewolf shifter. To my knowledge, you are what we believe to be the very last of your kind." I hook my finger under her chin so I can look into her eyes, and slowlybrought my lips to hers. She gasped as soon as our lips touched with an explosion of sparks between us.

“Desmond, you’re cold.” I shook my head. “I’m fine.” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not. You don’t even have a jacket on.” “I’m a werewolf, Olivia. I’m fine.” “A wolf without his fur is just a man standing in the cold with a sweater and a scarf.” Chuckling, I brushed my cheek against hers. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll freeze to death before I let you go.” Olivia sighed. “Stubborn. Absolutely stubborn.”

patrol, he felt the tension in the air. The familiar hum of the city was replaced by an ominous silence. It was then that he heard it—the subtle rustle of footsteps, the kind that betrayed the stealthy approach of skilled adversaries. His hand instinctively grew into claws. The Schreiber family were known for their ruthlessness. They would get no mercy for him. He would rip through their ranks and make them think twice about attacking him again. The Schreiber family emerged from the shadows, a trio of shadows themselves, clad in dark attire that seemed to absorb the feeble moonlight. There was a grim determination etched on their faces, and Matt knew that words wouldn't deter them. "Matt,"

“Shut up or I'll give you what you want!” “Give it to me then.” My eyes widened when he suddenly let go of me. I felt the leaves and branches hitting against my body. I felt my heart seems become a stone pulled by the gravity. I am dying!!! I screamed out, but he quickly caught me on my way down. Both of us were already on the ground. We looked at each other's eyes. This guy is trying to annoy me! to kill me! Werewolves are known to be not just stubborn but also arrogant.

"Rori is her own woman. All of us in werewolf city knows that. She possesses the strength of a mighty fleeing toad. When she speaks truth, even the unfaithful listens." "You have not answered my fucking question," Mark raised his voice. "Did you believe what she said, old man?" The old man swallowed his spit. "I do!"

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

She tilted my golden glass and filled it to the brim with a bottle of wine and I watched as she filled hers to the brim before she took a huge gulp of it and then filled it again before she screwed the lid close and looked at me, raising her glass. She leaned in to whisper and I knew it was fruitless because everyone in here had werewolf hearing and would hear her but I leaned in anyway, "say what you want about Quentin," my mother said as she gestured around the filled room, "but he's got the money to back all of his shit up." ~~~