Staryk 소설 & 이야기

Kevin asks. I feel extremely angry. “He came out soon after you guys left,” I say controlling myself. “And he isn't gay.” “He isn't? Are you sure? Then why was he staring at you?” Amelia asks. “He had a close friend called Alex who looked like me. He died. That was why he was staring at me,” I explain. I am sure that's a true story. The first word he uttered on seeing me yesterday was Alex. So he might actually had a friend who looked like me. Or else why would someone stare at their bully?

He gripped his wine glass like a lifeline. “Dad, these are the casello's brothers — Lorenzo and Alexei,” She said. “Enzo and Lex, this is my dad — Aron.” “Mr. Rumero is fine,” her dad said with a shortness that made Lilith peer at him. “I’ve always liked Mr. Rumero” Lora said, smiling as she attempted to diffuse whatever tension had built upon the arrival of both father and daughter. “I think it sounds like a superhero. But what would your superpower be, Mr. Rumero?”

"I don't have to see you to find you, kid. There's no escape, as I have excellent smell and hearing, and I don't need sight." "What are you? A werewolf?" Bobby's terrified voice echoed through Stralath's head, and he tapped a claw on the table, circling away from his prey. "An alien-like you. I'm from Mesaphina, a planet that shares your solar systems, thousands of light-years away." Stralath scratched his side. "Not a wolf. More like a hyena. Similar to the Dinocrocuta that lived on earth during the Miocene epoch. I like to think that I resemble more of a saber tooth tiger with striped fur."

His body shimmered and began to shift. The transformation was both terrifying and beautiful. Bones cracked, muscles stretched, and thick fur—deep obsidian with streaks of silver—rippled across his growing frame. In seconds, the man was gone, replaced by the majestic beast that was his wolf, Ravik. Massive and regal, Ravik stood taller than any other werewolf on the field. His glowing golden eyes shone with a fierce determination, and his presence radiated raw, unyielding power. He didn’t wait. With a snarl that echoed across the shore, he sprinted through the rift. The crack sealed behind him the moment his hind legs crossed the line.

He is an Eternal. Rak-Sha KingBorn, a big, burly, war torn wolf with extraordinary skills that borderline Legacy Wolves. He looked like a big old teddy bear, but was vicious if you backed him into a corner. His mercury stare was enough to submit even the strongest wolves, Animikii and Kitsune. Stasis sent him from the Veil along with Aries to sort out this trouble and assure Kitsune emerges. He has always been a fierce friend of Kitsune, as well as one of her most loyal protectors.

He did much to Yona’s dismay. “You better shut your filthy mouth, before I fuck you up so bad you have to go see Sarek.” He growled, his feet sliding apart, taunting her into making the first move. Sarek, the youngest of the three, was a formidable fighter who much preferred learning the art of healing and medicine from Yona. Castor had passed much of his knowledge down and as such Yona had taught several humans and Nephilim alike over the years. Sarek was the smallest of the kids, with long black hair, golden eyes and light gray/blue wings he resembled his great grandfather the most. A thing I was oddly happy about, it was almost like I had a piece of that asshole with me still.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

Not that we have to; we have this fancy fucking faucet that makes boiling water, but that’s the saying, right? ‘Yeah, it is.’ A voice said. I turned around to see who was speaking to me, but no one was. ‘Hey dumbass, look at the time.’ One minute after midnight. This was my fucking wolf! ‘I’m Stark.’ ‘Like the Game of Thrones’ Stark?’ I asked. ‘No, like the Farscape’s Stark, probably. I don’t know. I mean, you’re named after the show, so it’s a safe bet my name comes from that too.’ My wolf replied in a low voice.

—it was genuinely observant, like he was looking at a rare piece of art. ​"I'm Mateo Velez," he said, stepping forward to help me stabilize the heavy tripod before it could tip. "I’m on the board of directors. And unfortunately for my sanity, I’m also Luke’s oldest friend." ​"Hannah Martin," I replied, regaining my composure. "Is he always... like that?"

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju