The Grey Wolf: A Novel Louise Penny นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She yelled at the pain of hearing and feeling her bones break and restructure into the werewolf which she had hidden deep within her. Her skin was thick and wild too, and the moment she lifted her head, her eyes had changed, and her muzzle was large, growling aloud at the Phantom before she rushed after it. She moved at a fast pace, striking the Phantom hard around its jaw and its abdomen, throwing it off the ground with all her strength towards a tree. She growled again in the dead of the night, showing off her feats towards the phantom who had cut it short by getting off its feet and jumping on her.

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

Seeing no one around, she climbed out of the cubby, stretching her sore limbs from being crammed in that spot all night. "We were a lot smaller back then, weren't we?” Hikaru smiled as the memory passed across her mind like she was seeing all of it for the first time. Walking outside in the early, bright, punishing daylight was torture! Wolves were considered as 'Day Blind', her wolf going momentarily blind from being held in total darkness for hours. Until Hikaru's human's sight had gotten used to the light, her wolf's vision cleared and focused as well. There was something strange around where she stood. She heard no birds, no animals, the breeze was actually dead in the air.

’ ‘It’s –‘ She stopped and the wolf ahead, sensing our presence, stopped too and then it turned its head and I took a proper look at it. The first wolf I had seen had been my father, a huge black wolf that could not have been real but this one seemed even more unreal. Midnight black fur that glistened even in the grayish day, sharp golden eyes and almost twice the size of my father, such a wolf was staring at me. Then it started to walk my way and I fought the urge to run off. Its presence pressed down on me and Grace hissed. ‘What the hell is he doing filling this place with his scent?’

He could be dead by the time we reach him… Having cut along a number of footpaths through pack, we have passed onto the grass of the fields now, allowing Micco to pick up more speed, and I am suddenly aware of another wolf alongside us, as I can see through Micco’s eyes. A beautiful grey fur with the deepest of brown undertones, and slight white snout. He is almost as large and undoubtedly as strong as Micco. How had we never questioned Aiden before? His wolf was so clearly an Alpha wolf… a mighty fine one too. And clearly able to keep up with Micco.

Where the silver half was molded to form a crescent moon, the gold created a perfectly round sun. Every time I slowed, too busy gawking at the elaborate artwork lining the walls, the wolf at Azrael’s side nudged me with its snout. First of all, the paintings moved. How could I not stop and stare? Second, the legends always said that Orion was the most powerful of the wolf gods, but it wasn’t until now that I actually believed it. It was oh so comforting that he also happened to have the worst attitude. When the wolf bumped me for the fourth time I grunted, “Can you tell your pet to stop pushing me along? Don’t let my perky ass fool you, I’m not cattle.”

Their _Four_. And _left_ them. _Human_. _Sobbing_. _Free_. In 30 seconds, it was over. 50 wolves. Human. Awake. _Horrified_ at what they’d done. Lyra stood in the middle. Eyes _blazing_. Silver and black and _red_. _Sated_. _Powerful_. She looked at Kieran. And _licked her lips_. “That,” she said. Four’s voice. _Dominant_. “That was _good_.”

The pure white wolf ran down the path she had trodden out over many runs down the path. Field mice and small mammals scatter at her presence. Tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump tha- She stops running and looks right at the dreamer. “.uoy rof gnimoc era srats ehT” Peggy gasped awake. She was still in the tent that Mikael and Eli had made last night. Standing over the top of her was a large red wolf with dark grey signatus patterning. He sniffs her, and she lies frozen. Once the wolf was done, it snorted and stepped off of her. Peggy slowly shimmies away from the wolf, her eyes locked onto it. Its eyes were locked onto her.

Nolan’s POV I shifted before I reached the bottom of the stairs. I didn’t decide to. My wolf just took it — ripped forward and took it — and for once I didn’t fight him. There was nothing to fight with. The part of me that made careful decisions and weighed consequences and held itself together with both hands had gone somewhere quiet and dark the moment I saw that empty crib. My wolf hit the ground floor at a run. Her scent was everywhere. That was the first thing. It coated the back hallways of Crescent Moon’s pack house like she’d wanted to be found — too present, too deliberate. Giselle had always worn too much perfume. I’d found it charming once.

Every instinct inside me screamed danger. Slowly, a figure emerged from between the silver trees. Tall. Dark. Human-shaped. Yet somehow wrong. Its eyes glowed with black light. The same unnatural light I had seen surrounding the Hollow Creator. The figure smiled. The moment it did, the First Wolf stepped in front of me protectively. I had never seen fear on her face before. Now I did, and that terrified me more than anything. The figure’s smile widened. Then it spoke. Its voice sounded exactly like mine.