Ugly Wolf の小説・ストーリー

, they thought. When the fire stopped burning, they moved closer carefully to confirm if their enemy was dead but instead of seeing the ashes of a defeated enemy, they saw a giant grey wolf standing in the midst of the smoke and dust, the iron cage reduced to nothing all around him. Whatever the humanity left in Iron bath was locked away deep down his soul, the only thing left was hunger and a burning desire for carnage.

Anger slipped through my voice. Gerwulf's eyes turned black slowly and he turned his back to me beginning to pace. His arms and hands kept moving, sometimes rubbing his hands through his hair and other times pulling it. He was fighting with his wolf, whatever was being said was angering them both. It seemed even years later his wolf was powerful enough to slip through and take over.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

Angie says. I look across at the other pack members. There is one wolf who is solid black with white eyes. He is breathtaking. “Who is that?” I ask Angie. I keep staring at the beautiful creature across the water. I am completely mesmerized by him. It feels like I know him. “Girl, that is Erick; he is the Alpha’s son and our future Alpha,” Angie says. “He is yummy,” I say. “You should see him in human form. He is a deliciously dark treat. His skin is like a chocolate bar, and I would love to devour him whole,” Angie says.

I could sense nothing but anger from him, strong anger and hatred for the werewolves. "These werewolves who have been living among us stealing our information and plans so they can destroy everything we have and built will be weakened and killed, every single one of them, especially the blood eyes wolf who is known as the alpha of all werewolf!"Bazaar yelled with all his might in anger. Suddenly everyone turns to the wall hearing a very loud growl. "I see he has gotten the message," I heard Bazaar laugh. My attention turned to him and I didn't know whether it was him I should fear instead of the werewolf or both. He had seemed to finally lose his mind repeatedly going against the werewolves.

“Who the hell are you? Get back. I have a gun. I’ll shoot the damn thing.” “Your guns won’t protect you here! Now let’s go!” he shouted at her. The white wolf launched itself as the creature came into the sunlight. “Oh, God,” Amerie whispered. The creature looked as if it was made up of shadows. Its figure slightly resembled a wolf, but stank to high heavens. Its yellow eyes were burning and had no pupil. It opened its jaws as it leapt toward the white wolf. A loud boom erupted as the two creatures collided. Snapping jaws, white and black, in a mortal dance. They clawed at each other. The white wolf made contact with the shadowy creature’s flank. Black goo spurted onto the ground.

It’s great to see one person embracing his old age instead of dyeing his hair black, which is a common practice in the South. “Could it have been that the female wolves in the South are not appealing enough? Or, you’ve gone through each one and gotten tired of them. You needed some excitement so you went to look for it in the body of an enemy. A weakling that should have met her death the moment she got in here.” Paul. I hate Paul with every fiber in my body. He is the weakest of the council. Sly, but thinks he’s sleek. Only with his mouth, and, if this wasn’t a query session, I would have ripped out his tongue and fed it to wolves.

She’s got decent tits. I clumsily adjust my dick with a taped fist, and then I nail the bag. Gael grunts. Sweet. Got him in the gut. Turns out Una’s wolf is a scrapper who likes to punch above her weight. I sniff and swipe my nose to clear the sweat. Her animal is a scrawny mutt, gray with no markings and pointed, tucked ears. She lost that fight before Haisley even shifted.

replied the wolf. "I don't know..." Harry murmured aloud. Connor had heard his Alpha's words and was now frowning. "You don't know what anymore, Harry?" However, the Red Moon Alpha had no time to reply. The nauseating smell of decay, characteristic of lone wolves, invaded the space. It was a mixture of decomposing matter and burnt flesh. These packless wolves were outcasts and abhorred the order and hierarchical authority of packs. The rogue had just been dragged to the center of the arena and was staring condescendingly at Harry. His skin was smeared with a mixture of sweat, blood, and dirt. His hair was black and greasy. In places, scars showed on his skull, evidence of his past battles.

He knew what she was doing and he wouldn’t fall for it. As he continued fighting seeing he was winning, Veyra injured sent another signal. A massive rogue wolf approached not long after with blood drooling all over his fur, The Rocue was as Big as an Alpha wolf but hoi sfur was black with spots of rot but strangely it looked health.