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

Alice just hoped it wasn't at her expense. She returned to the sofa, acutely aware the atmosphere had taken a sinister turn without Ahmed present. The rest of these lads would happily watch Caleb force her into the most depraved act he could dream up. She wished he hadn't left. Trying not to dwell on it, Alice instead listened to the music, enjoying the current werewolf themed song. 'American Werewolf in London?' she guessed, getting chills as the female vocalist began to sing. Her soul died a little when Danny changed the music, putting on some awful gangsta rap.

“In the meantime, I urge all citizens to remain alert. Limit travel after dark. Report any strange behavior immediately. And above all… resist fear. That is precisely what they want.” For just a moment, his composure wavered — a brief glimpse of sorrow in his eyes. “We’ve already lost too much. We cannot afford to lose our world again.” He straightened, his tone resolute again. “Stay vigilant. Stay united. May humanity triumph.” With that, he ended his speech and gave way to the reporter. I was still trying to process everything when my dad's voice cut through, sharp and commanding. “Did I just hear that you've hiding a werewolf ? And not just that— you had the audacity to bring him into thi

“Listen to me…. You have been pulled here for a reason…. You always are drawn to things that erupt into wars and result in death” She whimpered He immediately pulled her into his chest and planted his head on hers “I’m sorry…. You have no idea how many times I have said sorry to you like this. I wish you could remember. Know what we were …. What we are together” He kissed the top of her head. “Whatever is happening in London you must face it. You have to stop it. If you run, you will just face the same thing over and over again” The shouting and screaming got louder as the werewolves closed in.

“It's bad. Mom doesn't like to hear a grown man say some bad words. Did you see we are only a child?” It was Atticus. His gaze landed on mine like he expected me to correct King Edward which made me think he might forget I wasn't his mother when we were in front of them. “This young lady is one of the most respected werewolves in our community. A woman who likes her doesn't like when a man's too brutal when he speaks,” he added, flickering his eyes as if he wanted me to see how cute he was.

Suddenly remembering something, I turn to Lily and shouted, “I don't drink alcohol!“ She flinched and faced me with a raised eyebrow. “We are werewolves yunno? So you didn't have to shout because we have heightened earings.“ She said chuckling. “Would you like a drink then?“ “Okay.“ I say quietly this time. “Wait here, lemme get them.“

I told him to get me the strongest drink they have in the bar, he looks at me like am I sure "hell yeah, just give it to me" advantage of being a werewolf is that we don't easily get drunk he thinks for a moment before getting me the drink "so why will a beautiful lady like you want to get drunk in a bar all alone" he asked me "what can I say, am having a really bad day" gulping it down, it hurts my throat for a first-time drinker but hell am here to get myself intoxicated "give me another one," I told him

What the fuck is going on in this city? Amelia doesn't know how to control her new nature, but in small flashbacks I saw that a wolf tried to kill her, on the last full moon, a week ago. I frown, I don't like this situation at all. It's strange, that she is very calm, it's like she knows what to do. How does she know that she is a werewolf if she has not experienced metamorphosis on a full moon? She is one of them, she has a pack.

“You need coffee.” She wasn’t quick enough to hold back her impulsive squeal and jerk. She took an apple and bit into it aggressively. “All I ask is for someone to whisper a loud tune as they walk into the same room I am in.” She took a larger bite, “is that so hard?” “Yes, especially when werewolves can’t whistle.” She stood shocked at him for a moment, then rolled her eyes when a glint of amusement severed his jaded eyes. She took a final bite, talking between crunch, “very funny, make fun of the human.”

“I can’t believe Gunnar would do something so despicable. The most productive wolves here are from the Woodland pack. His pack will suffer greatly without them.” “I can’t believe a racist Alpha rules this pack…” Xavier’s voice cracked. “And I can’t believe we are saying goodbye forever. To be honest, I don’t know if I can leave without you…” He trailed off, then added softly, “But I want to give you my favorite quote. Take it with you. Use it to remember me.” He smiled weakly, breaking Amber’s heart all over again. "Tell me,” she said, beaming through tears. “I would like to hear it.”

Great. Just fantastic. The silence stretched so long that I almost forgot we weren’t alone. Then… Someone cleared his throat. Loudly. I blinked and looked back toward the council. Every elder was still staring at me. Oh. Right. I’d completely forgotten about them. The oldest elder smiled politely. “Your Grace…” He waited another second. “We’re still waiting.” I swallowed. “For…?” “For your answer.” Right. That. “…Who told you that werewolves hate omegas?”