The Wicked Wolf の小説・ストーリー

I muttered to no one as my grip on his blanket tightened. It had only been two weeks since my mate, Ryker Cromwell — the Alpha of one of the strongest packs, The Ethereal, had rejected me as his mate and left his pack to his Beta, Dmitry Vashkov. I’d later found out that during the last battle with neighboring pack, The Night Walkers, he’d been wounded by an ancient sword which caused him to be infected by ‘Mad Wolf’. A rare, mythical disease that would drive wolves mad to the point where they would drink their mate’s blood dry and eat their heart and die upon the realization of what they’d done.

“The Arctic Wolf Pack was the largest in the world, but when other werewolves found out that they were special they began killing them trying to steal their powers." I gasped. Powers! What the hell was this vampire raving about? “Pi, don't scare the girl with your stupid urban legends,” Nicky warned. “No. I'm not scared, just curious.” I told them. “Tell me what you know about the Arctic Wolf Pack.” “Well, I know around 21 years ago they were all killed by a werewolf known only as Razor Tail. It's believed that this wolf worships Hades, the god of the underworld, instead of the moon goddess, Selene.”

Walking around one day I pick up on a scent, that led me by the creek there was when I notice two rouges circling another wolf. At first, I was going to keep going because it was not my fight, then suddenly I could hear a whimper of a child. I looked around listening to the sound that when I saw the little boy was under the brushes crying. There something in my bones that got to me. I started to shift into my black wolf Villain, I ran over to where the two rouges were at, I saw that one was a black and white wolf, while the other was a dark brown. I charge at the brown wolf, by grabbing it by the neck with my crawls right away I snap the wolf neck throwing him over to the tree.

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

This creature, it was not there by accident. The room grew quieter as the wolf hesitated, his gaze flicking toward Sarai before returning to Hugo. “There was another wolf with it. A light brown wolf with a large black patch on its back. It fought like it was being trained—merciless and precise.” Hugo’s jaw tightened, the description igniting a storm of emotions within him. He exchanged a glance with Zeke, whose expression mirrored his concern. “Malrik,” Hugo muttered, the name dripping with disdain. “He’s building an army.”

I'm watching this incredible documentary about - I didn't even know what to say, because the truth is I got lost in yet another Frankenstein novel. - I worry, Beck, with all my heart, you really need to get some air, where is Anna? Can't she go with you? - said my mother worried enough to almost throw me out of the house. - Anna is organizing the wedding, she doesn't have time to waste on me anymore," I said with a little more wisdom than I intended. - And you are the worst godmother in the world, aren't you? Shouldn't you be helping your best friend? - she said, a little indignant with me.

A second wolf began sniffing the air, assuming an attacking position. “I smell blood,” he said through clenched teeth. “We have company.” The brown wolf stood in front of the young witch, while the larger wolf came at me in a frontal attack, lunging his paws in my direction. I leaped to the side and backward, skillfully dodging the blows. “These eyes,” growled the wolf, attacking me in a rage. “You're the hybrid they've been talking about all around the world—the one from the legend!” “Legend?” I hesitated, and the wolf headbutted me in the snout, leaving me dazed. He came at me with full force, swatting his paw at my face. “Damn it!” I growled through my teeth.

"The Vlkolak were like any Were species until about eight hundred years ago. About that time, the Alpha took a mate but she was not a wolf, she was a panther. They had ten cubs, all wolves, there was no thought that anything was out of the ordinary. Their cubs all had cubs of their own. It wasn't until the fifth generation that something happened. One of the females mated with a male from another pack under the Wolf Moon. She had twins that grew up seemingly normal, but when they reached adulthood, there was something wrong. They were decidedly evil and became killers." "Are you saying all these women's cubs will be like those killers?" "No Morgan, let me finish and then you'll understand."

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

It was a perfect combination. "My pleasure," I purred with contempt as I eyed my prey. The prisoner's head hung low, his malnourished body unable to withstand the poison that even the smell of his urine couldn't hide. Wolf's bane and liquid silver in low doses did wonders to subdue a wolf. Their beast would be put to sleep, and they would lose any connection they had to their pack... if they had one.