The Wolf And The Lion Game Of Thrones 소설 & 이야기

I burst through the tree line into chaos. Six massive creatures prowled through Steele territory. They were not wolves. Not anymore. Cursed beasts twice the size of any natural wolf, with eyes that glowed different colours. Red. Green. Gold. Purple. Each one represented a different bloodline. A different ancient horror bound to flesh and rage. And they were slaughtering my wolves. Bodies littered the ground. Wolves I trained with. Ate with. Lived beside. Now reduced to torn flesh and spilt blood.

I feel safe with them looking out for me, but not safe enough. I’d never feel safe enough in this pack again. “Understood,” The wolf says. “He no deserve forgiveness.” How I wish Theon had the empathy his wolf did. Why wouldn’t he just listen to his wolf? “Not just this,” The wolf continues, “For fake mate too.” “You knew about that?” I am honestly surprised, and I didn’t think it was possible. “Yes,” He nods, “Fake. Not mate. Never mate.” “He didn’t believe that too huh?”

Ears pinned back and fur bristling. The wolf lunges. The men hump out of the way. Magic at their fingertips keeping him at bay. A shimmering shield forms around them. The wolf does not care. He slams relentlessly against it. Using his body as a battering ram. Blood pours out his wounds. His snarls are deafening. He is utterly lost to his hate. It’s a scary sight. Heartbreaking. I know that Lionel will not stop until he has sedated his lust for blood.

“They’re stalling.” The lead wolf laughed darkly, despite the blood dripping from his muzzle. “You think you’ve already won, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice raspy but defiant. “You’re just a coward hiding behind your title. Nothing but a scared pup in an alpha’s skin.” Dorian’s eyes darkened. Without warning, he lunged, pinning the wolf beneath him in a brutal show of dominance. “I’m done playing games,” he growled, his voice like thunder. “You will answer me now.”

{Casper’s Pov} From where we crouched, the woods offered us cover and a vantage point. I watched the decoy team sneak from the shadows with terrifying precision. Just over twenty wolves. Coordinated with no words. Just nods and silent steps. The elders who served with Tyrion moved with a grace that made me reevaluate myself. Fluid, focused. The youngest among them, a lanky grey-coated wolf named Vann, scaled a low outcrop near the eastern edge and gave a sharp whistle.

“If this reaches the fortress—” “It won’t,” Jorah snapped back. “Not while I still draw breath.” He faced the assembled pack. “All warriors ready to fight—out by the gates! We hold our ground here!” The wolves complied, forming ranks even as the earth trembled beneath them. They were frightened, but loyalty shone brighter than fear. They would protect the Luna’s home, even from an unknown threat. Then came a sound—a deep, distant hum that escalated to a scream. The moon glowed brighter, and shadows emerged from the ground like smoke, taking shape with hollow eyes and gaping mouths.

Thorian, his alpha instincts flaring, took a step forward, determined to protect his pack from the impending threat. Darius, unfazed by Thorian’s display of authority, raised an eyebrow mockingly. “Ah, the alpha wolf posturing. How adorable,” he sneered, his mocking tone amplifying the tension in the room. The wolves, despite the uncertainty that loomed, stood united. Thorian, with a steely resolve, addressed his pack. “We face an ancient adversary, one who seeks to unravel the very fabric of our existence. But we will not yield. Together, we will confront this threat and protect what is ours.”

This would be a fight to the death. Rhys watched from the outer ring of wolves. Now that Gary was back to his normal Werewolf size, they would back off. This was Alistair's fight. No one would deny him the right to defend his mate. But if for any reason Gary escaped from Alistair or somehow managed to win the fight, another would take him on. Crane would be next. Gary had been his Beta and disrespected his Alpha and his Alpha's sister. Rhys had no doubts that Gary and Paul would not leave here alive. The only questions were how long the fight would last, and who the ultimate winner would be.

In the middle of a clearing, two massive wolves were locked in battle. Luka’s dark, hulking form clashed with Alec’s silver wolf, their fur matted with blood and dirt. Their snarls filled the air, a terrifying sound of raw power and fury. They circled each other, teeth bared, their eyes blazing with a hatred so deep that it cut through Elara like a knife.

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu