Sandwing/nightwing Hybrid 소설 & 이야기

“…Oh, right. My name’s August Whisperwind, a human. I’m Ranked Fifth among the first years, codename, .” A quick and simple introduction. Though he may not look like it, he seems to be quite the smooth talker. I will remember your name, . The person sitting next to him is Crimson Veludora Blaze, a hybrid of a dragon and phoenix in a humanoid form. He’s been glaring at me for an awfully long time already. When he knew it was his turn, he broke his eye contact and looked away with an enraged and grumpy look. …Weirdo. Even for a dragon.

It’s the same type of flash as before, and I know it’s him. I hit pause and slowly drag the frame back millisecond by millisecond. There’s a human outline again, but this time, there’s something behind him. The image is fuzzy at best, and I squint my eyes, leaning closer to the screen. Maybe I’m seeing things, but I swear it looks like the outline of wings.

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

Her wrinkled hands trailed over each one as she spoke. "The last to see the sun, Ice. The second before, Light. The third before, Fire but the firstborn inherited a gift, not of Selene. Night." She trailed off before continuing. "He was part shadow, part moon. Son of the darkness and light." She paused around the depiction of the Night wolf, dark echoes of shadows around the engraving, "However, darkness is often stronger and easier to lose oneself into." I nodded at this, picturing the Night Wolf.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

A few of the Greymen stepped forward, wanting to swipe at such things, but their King growled to keep them back. The ravens landed on either side of the wooden altar and looked up at Drust. Their black eyes blinked in perfect rhythm with each other. He offered his forearms and each bird flapped a bit and landed on him. “Go now, Hugdin and Mundin, be my eyes and guides in this war and sacrifice. Be my arms of thought and mind.” He raised his arms and the huge birds fluttered into the sky, crying out as they ascended high and made a circle before moving to the west. Drust closed his eyes, smiled and then looked down at Gonar.

a Phoenix. It's wings spread open fully to temporarily glide in the air, layers of flaming feathers thrashing around wildly. Its talons and beak were larger than the Werewolf's head with wings long enough to engulf a tree. Radyn could swear that the creature had spared him a glance before heading straight towards his chosen target, the boar. Oh fuck no, you damn living torch Radyn shared his thought with Kronos. He refused to be outmanoeuvred by an oversized pigeon.

He dodged and weaved, his movements fluid and precise, leaving a trail of frustrated roars in his wake. [Name- Lance Ironwing] Age- 19 Race- Human Title- Northern Marshall {Increase All Stats by 3%} Class- Juggernaut Knight Element- Wind (GRADE 3), Crimson Flame (Grade 2) Level 181 HP:21000 DEF: 7890 ATK: 1290 Mana: 2400 Speed: 57 [Skill: Advanced Greatsword Mastery, Unstoppable Charge, Bane of Evil, Perception, Chain of Judgement, Overlord’s Dominance, Blade Aura, Blade Intent, Undying Commander, Walking Bastion, Royal Contract]

We took off running towards the border. When we arrived, there were at least twenty rogues and ten of us. They were in wolf form. I shifted. Even though I had no idea what I was doing, I was going to try to help the best way I could. A rogue charged at me. I dodged it, and it ran into the tree behind me. I then lunged at and sank my teeth into its neck. The warm blood ran into my mouth. I jerked my head back and forth and ripped out its throat. Then another one was on top of me. He hit me so hard that I blacked out. As I was blacking out, I could see Wayne fighting, and he then turned to where I was and yelled.

The crowd cheered harder than they did for the leopard. I exhaled slowly through my nose. Petra had never trained me for a winged lion. Nobody trained for winged lions because there were only a handful of people in the land who could shift into one. I had read about winged lion in a combat manual once. Aerial capable. Enhanced strength in both the forelimbs and the jaw. The wings functioned as both weapon and shield depending on how they were angled. I had no idea how to handle this beast. I was going to have to work this out as I went.