Silver Black Fox の小説・ストーリー

It was like she had her will that never linked to my desires. The color frame of Lily that existed of orange and black combined was something I always hid from strangers since they could tell my heritage since only wolves with black and orange color traits were ancestors of the most brutal pack that had ever existed, the Desert Forest pack. I could never be sure that Lily would not overpower Lucy, so to hide my heritage, I needed to shift back to my human form.

things were not adding up. Vivienne's eyes opened. Pure silver. A golden sl*t ran vertically through the irises. she lifted her head in dominance, moonlight struck her pupils and they shone brightly. Her fur became so whiter than snow and a golden strip ran from her nostrils and covered her whole tail. she was a wonder and everyone was marvelled at the sight.

"Kenny thought it was a good idea to make my thirty-day test cleaning the penthouse suite with the owner of the hotel brand showering while I cleaned." "Shut up!" she exclaims. "Elias Dabney-Aparo is the single sexiest silver fox I have ever laid my eyes on. Those laugh lines, mysterious eyes, those fucking glasses, and his stubble," she sighs, losing herself in some kind of fantasy.

Malaki has already shifted but I'm waiting because I'd like to see his wolf first while in human form. It doesn't take long before I see Silver's little face peek around the tree. As soon as I do I feel the smile spread across my face. I can see how scared he is so I sit down on the ground so that I'm not as intimidating. I looked at Malaki and he's already laying on the ground. "Come here beautiful, I'm not going to hurt you." I said then watched Silver slowly come out from behind the tree. As soon as I saw his whole body I could see why his name is silver. His gray fur is so light, it looks silver. It's the perfect name for him!

One by one the animals behind the bush showed themselves. "Shit! Silver wolf!" came a curse from Azareel's mouth that looked very innocent. The beast looks like an ordinary wolf but the difference is its silver fur, there is a gust of wind around the fur to lighten the wolf when it runs, the silver wolf is famous for its speed because the animal is wind element, if only one silver wolf the assassins can definitely do it. kill him. However, it is very regrettable, silver wolves are animals that often flock, there is no other choice but to run away or die if you are in the middle of the silver wolf. "What's with the Silver Wolf?" asked Eruza.

We have quite a few white wolves being born recently…so we were weary that some may get the wrong idea. I breathed a sigh of relief and I knew he heard it as well. Silver wolves and whites were entirely different, differentiated by the silver fur that was what gave the Silver Alpha breeders their unique name. Some might mistake their white fur as silver and think too highly of themselves, but they were nowhere near the same species. 'Okay.' I told him now, opening my eyes to the world around me. 'I think it's best if we keep this information hidden for now. There's no need to cause any unnecessary trouble.'

Blackfur laughed as it got closer knowing that just a claw would be enough to send Xavier’s wolf flying across the gathering and cracking all the bones in his body upon impact on the floor. “This is madness,” Jimin muttered. “Stop! Xavier Stop!” Silver ran on with purpose, not even reducing his pace a bit. “Ready father?” Silver muttered. “Always ready,” the voice replied in his head. Just a few meters away from Blackfur, Silver dove high in the air. Blackfur stood still, smiling, waiting and calculating for the little wolf to be close enough to the ground for him to bat away, but he did not expect what was coming next. “Now!” Silver roared.

he said in an even aggravated voice. Without any hesitation, I shifted into my silver wolf, making the bystanders exclaim in awe. My ears perked up when I heard them praising my rare wolf. There weren’t many people that had silver-colored fur, so it was definitely an extraordinary sight. In our pack and possibly in the entire world, only my father and I had this gift.

My wolf, growled low, his instincts rising to challenge the dominance pressing over us. Then the great black convoy broke through the mist. Horses cloaked in dark armor. Wolves, massive ones, flanked the carriages on either side. And at the center of it all, King Zed rode atop his obsidian wolf, his silver crown gleaming against his dark hair. His eyes, sharp, almost metallic green, swept over the gathered Alphas.