Squib Blood Pack の小説・ストーリー

Sabrina’s chants quickened, her voice sharp and commanding. "All of you, Alphas and Lunas, please come forward and offer your blood to the pack soul," The six of us gathered around the flame, the air between us thick with anticipation. We all sliced our palms once more, letting the blood drip into the flame simultaneously. The moment the last drop hit the fire, the Pack Soul exploded with life.

Havermouth, The Present “So,” Aislen raised an eyebrow at Leighton. “How is it going?” Leighton laughed under his breath and ran his hands through his head. “You expect miracles of us, Aislen Carter,” he told her. “We have been working on isolating a measure of the infection,” Connery announced. “If we can get a measure of the infection, then we can get a measure of quantity of vampire blood required to neutralize it. At the same time, we are looking at ways of concentrating the blood, and distributing it in the water to maximum effect.”

That means Cora left using another pack's robe, not to mention everyone knowing that the red color is the identity or characteristic of the Blood Moon Pack. Each pack has a robe with its distinctive color as its identity. Every pack wears these robes when they travel, and the color of their robes is not given a color because it can show which pack they are from. The Blood Moon Pack has a distinctive red robe. The Silver Moon Pack has a gray robe, while the Crescent Pack has a blue robe. Since she is already a member of the Crescent Pack, Cora should have been traveling in the Crescent Pack's blue robe. However, Cora was traveling in the red-colored robe that belonged to the Blood Moon Pack.

I hadn’t sensed anyone approaching, not even with my heightened senses. “The Wolf Queen of the Skrill Pack,” Scar said, his jaw tightening. “And they’re here for war.” My heart sank. The Skrill Pack. They had been a long-standing rival to the Blood Pack. Fierce, relentless, and with an unmatched army of warriors, they were a constant threat. But this? This was unexpected. Their presence was a clear sign that something had shifted. They weren’t here just for a skirmish. They were here for something bigger.

Jake who had the platforms. “Much like the strategies presented by Luna Audrey, our doctors and nurses will be part of the group that gets a shot of Hemoblock, they will then be deployed equally among packs, leaving a few for the packs with larger numbers” “and the supplies?” Luna Michelle asked, her voice sounding foreign as she hadn’t engaged much, everyone had expected Luna Stella to be the one to ask. “Ware wolves are self-healing creatures my Luna, the doctors are there for severe conditions so the supplies won’t be a problem, we have enough already, but for backup, two batches worth of supplies have been ordered along with the Hemoblock.”

Mom says while smiling at me Samantha told me the good news about her also being sold to the Blood Moon Pack. How much was she sold for? I ask Not nearly as much as you. She was sold to the 3rd strongest warrior in that pack. Mom said Thats not what I asked. I said She sighs and than says I know. She was sold for 900 thousand dollars. That's it? I ask

Scarlet and Kesley have gone back to their various pack. There are four types of pack; Dynamite pack, flowind pack, Night sky pack, and CR pack. Scarlet is from the Dynamite pack while Kesley is from surging pack. Scarlet arrived home and was surprised that no one welcomed her. All of them were busy with one thing or the other. She went to her mother and asked her what was going on. She was ignored, and she went to her room to unpack her belongings. Her room door opened but she did not turn.

The square was partially empty as people no longer visited it. It was weird how things had taken a different turn in a space of weeks since the illness broke out. The pack had gone from being a bubbly and productive pack to one in which the pack members live in fear and dread unsure of who next would catch the strange sickness. Nobody who had gotten the sickness ever survived. They always die after two or three days of contact. This sickness was not contagious as it affects random people. The pack doctors have not been able to find a way around it as the pack keeps losing its members and living in fear of who else is to be taken by this illness. The Alpha of the pack had reached out to the b

It doesn’t come. Screams of pain reach my ears instead. Strange, somehow gruesome, sounds mixing in with the chaos. I can’t bring myself to look, something in me says I don’t want to see whatever’s happening, and I heed the warning. It isn’t until the sounds die out, in a deep gurgle, that I finally open my eyes. A wolf stands over a corpse, white fur splattered with green, its mouth dripping with the odd colored blood. It’s light, golden eyes peer up at me, intelligent and questioning.

The cold wind whistled through the gaps, carrying with it the scent of ash and decay. I stood at the edge of the room, watching as humans and wolves filtered in, their movements tense and guarded. My pack was represented by a handful of council members—Merrin stood at my side, his calm presence steadying me, while Vrax lingered near the back, his expression a mask of barely concealed disdain.