The Wolf Of The North の小説・ストーリー

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

I felt relief wash over me, but there’s no denying there is still some uncertainty looming over us. Who is it and why the hell is it dead on our grounds? “I think this wolf is from the Northern Ice Pack. Very few have the branding on the back of the neck shaped like a stellar dendrite,” River shared and when I looked at where he was pointing at, I concluded he is likely correct. “But… what the fuck is it doing here, I don’t know.” “And who the hell could have done this? Did you check with the other patrols? Did they not accidentally start a fight or something?” I asked Aspen and he shook his head.

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

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

" There are few who rival such beings. The elemental eagles are one of them, but they are elusive creatures that remain hidden in the lands of the north. A thousand years ago a werewolf found one of them." Nayssa closed the book and smiled at Kyria with determination." At least we have a clue now. Any help will be welcome. I think it’s worth trying."

I noted the king right in front, but only because he was a lot bigger than the others. The wolves in the north all had thick coats because they basically lived in constant cold weather. Their colours were the same dull brown. Almost gray and, from what I could see, all of them had grayish eyes. I had never seen a wolf from the north, although I had heard that the old king sometimes had visitors from there.

I stood before the mirror, trembling. “Come out!” I screamed. My voice cracked. “Come out, damn you!” But there was no answer. “You're supposed to be my wolf companion! My protector! How could you, how could you kill him?” My breath came in ragged sobs. “You monster… You coward! Show yourself!” My wolf didn’t speak. It was like she’d buried herself deep inside me, ashamed, or worse… indifferent. I collapsed to the floor, broken and breathless, tears searing down my cheeks. I curled into myself, praying that this was all a nightmare, that I’d wake up and find my father humming in the kitchen, that the arena had never happened, that my wolf had never emerged.

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.

Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member. Esmerelda followed my gaze and was startled. She tried to get up but kept falling down, unable to coordinate her four legs. Her whines and whimpers tugged at my heart. Cyrus took another step, and Magnus howled long and soulfully, freaking her out. Terror consumed her as she adjusted and flew on top of a granite boulder. She looked at me in utter betrayal before leaping off the rock and sprinting effortlessly over the line of wolves. Her white fur streaked against the dark green mountainside as we all paused in awe.