Son Of The Wolf の小説・ストーリー

His Alpha eyes glow blood-red as he steps down into the arena, one slow footstep at a time. He marches up to me, fury written in every line of his face. “What the hell are you, Alyssa?!” he growls. “I don’t know!” I scream, shrinking back. “I don’t—I don’t know!” “You tried to kill my daughter! Why?!” “I didn’t!” I hiss, chest heaving. He turns to the council. His voice is low now, almost a whisper, but louder than a shout. “There have been legends… of a wolf that can transform fully. Of one who cannot be killed by a shuck’s venom. A wolf who would lead us all.”

She was losing a hold on herself and Lucia was just starting to enjoy the game. "Fine! I would tell it to you! Just let go of me!" She managed to say in between coughing and struggling under the weight of Lucia's hand. She dropped her on the floor with a thud. "Now you are talking... Spill it out..." Lucia commanded and made a chair out of the woman's leg. She was sprawled on the floor so her legs made a comfy chair for Lucia. She coughed again before she began narrating the story. "Your father was a very powerful werewolf, so powerful that calling him an alpha was an understatement... You could say he was the alpha of alphas.

as he quickly stepped back raising his hands in defense. “I didn't get to change you myself, although I wanted to but I had the pack nurse do it I promise.” “What did you mean by you have warriors chasing after them?” Zayn exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “This might be hard to understand for now, but… I am a wolf, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack and you my dear are my fated mate. I have waited my whole life for you.” He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding.

At five years old, Jeremy learned that lies shaped reality. It was the first night his father, or the man he would one day call his father, had brought him to Wolf Pack Run, the main Grey Wolf ranch, days after his mother’s death. That evening, around a campfire with the whole of the pack in attendance, James Lennon, then high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, had stood in the flickering orange glow of the flames and announced he had a son that he hadn’t known existed.

His wolfless cousin’s cry of warning is already late when his father, now in fangs and fur, pounced on top of him from behind. Blue eyes met golden wolf eyes. One belongs to a wolf and the other belongs to the wolf’s son. But only one of them can howl and pounce and snap the wooden platform with a single flick of a paw. They both fell in the bare ground, the wooden debris decorating his skin with vibrant flowing crimson. Yet Alpha Karin remained on top of his son, his gaze unfaltering. Even though his father can only snarl at him, Rowan already knew what it meant—already knew what it meant for him as a Stella’s Soul resident who hadn't been blessed by the Trinity Goddess with a wolf and powe

His wolf had come early, at the age of eleven, and it came to the fore without any warning! Loud sounds like thunder and shattering glass boomed, the heavens and the earth heaved, and Peru found himself in warm hands. “Father,” Peru hissed through the pain racking through his body, looking up at the face that looked down at him. “It’s Okay, I’m with you…” his father replied weakly. He was smiling as he looked down at him with a soft gaze filled with so much bitterness. “Hard times really forge gold. My son is the youngest wolf ever in history, and I cannot even celebrate that.” His father shook his head.

He’s a disgrace,* Felix said, and I agreed. Suddenly a huge midnight black wolf broke into the meadow, seething in anger. If there were still packs led by Alphas, father would certainly be it. The aura that his wolf put out was one of a king. Felix immediately sat on his two back legs and bared his neck in submission. The sound of a snowmobile broke through the night air now, Mother. We stood in wait, surely about to get a lecture and a punishment. The black wolf licked the wounds on his son’s body as the injured wolf whined and whimpered. He’d be healed in two days, max. What a baby. Well, if his wolf isn’t that strong it could take longer...