Real Ultima Wolf の小説・ストーリー

He jumped to the top of it and sat on it and it carried him and starts running home. The ultima wolf? the ultima wolves are two, they are black and white. It is a wolf bigger than humans and well portable for transportation. Well, the wolves are owned by the Alphas, they use them as a means of transportation. Although they rendered the white one to Wisdom and Mikel. When they told them that they are on their way to go look for a cure to Mikel's issue. But they are set to return the wolf, once they are done with the mission.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups. "Now Alastor is one of the biggest wolfs to be recorded in all of history. On his four paws, he gets up to six feet! As cool as it would be to see him, he never ever comes out. He has his own den there in the ba- well would you look at that! There he is!" She pointed into the pen at the huge beast walking across the dirt. She was right, he was huge. His fur was coal-black but when the light hit it just right, it had bits of red. He was shaggy but definitely not lanky like the rest of them. He looked like a bear more than a wolf. He was sniffing around, covering more ground than I could running. His huge paws came to a stop and

he asked and both hunters nodded. Azreal sat biting his tongue as Lila held his hand in a vice-like grip, across the desk from him rested the most evil and psychotic wolf he or Calix had ever had the displeasure of meeting and next to her sat the gaunt drunken ghost of a man who was once his best friend and most feared assassin. Azreal smiled across the desk, “it’s such a pleasure to have you Alpha Talia,” Azreal lied and just as Talia perched forward and was about to speak the ornate double doors of his private office burst open and a hurricane of giggling rowdy wolves rolled in like a tidal wave.

Alexander said with surprise. "Hold on, scold me later. This is more important than whatever school presentation we can possibly have. The burning flame pack are the rarest and strongest set of wolves to ever walk the surface of the earth. They were unique. The bright red eyes, the early transformation, the super speed. They are all qualities of a burning wolf. The only thing is you have not majestically walked out of a burning flame after transformation" Bennie said to him.

I slowly started the car again to continue my journey, but I came to an abrupt stop once more when a huge animal jumped onto the hood of the car. "AHHHHHH!" I screamed, seeing that enormous black wolf staring at me and licking its lips. I honked the horn to make it go away, but nothing made it leave. It was a huge wolf. The wolf jumped off the hood of the car, circling around it, never taking its eyes off me. With trembling hands, I took out my phone and dialed my dad's number, but, great, there was no signal. I slammed the gas pedal and sped away, getting as far away as I could from that wolf.

Always wanting more. He walked around the desk, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. He was shorter than his son, softer in the middle, but no less dangerous. His hands were clean, his nails manicured, his suit tailored to hide the bulk of a body that had once been lean and hard. Fenris watched his father's reflection in the glass. Dante stopped a few feet behind him, close enough to be felt, far enough to pretend he was giving Fenris space. "The Wolfe family," Dante said. "The last heir. Where is she?"

Liza coughed as she noticed our movements and then glanced at the indifferent man that stood at her side. "Are you gonna go crazy like the others?" she asked him. "Do I look like a little pup with no self restraint?" came his casual reply. Liza snorted and rolled her eyes, "no, your wolf probably looks like that squirrel off ice age with its long ass m-" "That's everybody," Liza got cut off by Abel as he informed us. "Are you sure?" Axil asked. "Positive."

The youngest I had ever heard. Today, a wolf had turned 14, and we were unprepared as I was distracted with Dustin. The oldest age to shift I knew of was 18. Of course there were always exceptions to the rule, there were legends of wolves that never shifted despite having alpha lineage. The most famous legend was the elementals. But they were just that, a legend. Then again, who am I to judge, I'm a white wolf with supernatural powers. I ran to the site of the shift, Dustin hot on my heels.

ADAM I brushed my thumb over the Polaroid. The edges were frayed and soft. Someone had held this photo a thousand times. When my eyes landed on the collar, the rest of the photo dropped out of focus. Leather. Worn. Familiar in a way that hit hard. The totem sat at the throat of that scrawny wolf pup—an ancient oak split down the middle by a jagged bolt of lightning. The crest belonged only to the Blackwood pack.