Voice Of Finn の小説・ストーリー

Finn is outside, which he always is when MacCorr visits, not because I arrange it that way but because seven-year-olds who have been raised in hills do not spend Tuesday mornings inside when outside is available. "Finn is seven years old," I say, which is what I always say, the position that is also the point. "He is a born wolf who transformed at six," MacCorr says. "The blood is speaking. London will listen whether or not we send him there with your blessing."

I heard Azure’s raspy voice. “Hmm?” Finn hummed. “Fuck what I said seven years ago.”

I bet she spent every last penny hiring some handsome actor to put on this show. The room immediately erupted in laughter. Suddenly, someone's eyes went wide. "W-Wait a second. "I don't think that guy's an actor." The video continued playing. In the footage, Finn personally opened the car door for me. The commander insignia on his chest caught the setting sun and reflected a cold, brilliant light. At the same time, the comment section went wild. [I was there at the scene! That's Commander Finn, commander of the northern territory's First Legion!]

But he didn't say the first words. “We now have a picture of you in the scene. You know what we could do,” a scrambled voice came from the other end. Finn's brows only furrowed further, but he didn't say anything for the next minute. He just stared blankly into space. The person on the other end seemed confused. “Did you just hear what I said, President Daniels?” He asked. “I heard you,” Finn said. “Why did you kill him?” “What?” The person seemed shocked. “I thought that your first question was going to be who I am.”

(Quinn's POV) "Well, that was something," Finn's boisterous voice snaps me out of my trance. I watch as he grabs the last slice of pizza, his toned viking frame barely contained in a tight t-shirt. His ginger hair, wild and unkempt, hangs around his face.

David asked as he finally perceived that it was Finn who had spoken to him after he had masked the scent. Finn snickered at his human. “You masked our scent. Not me.” Finn grunted as he rolled his eyes. “David. Don’t be stupid.” Finn added. “Insolent wolf.” David reprimanded. “Doofus. Don’t call me a wolf. I’m a lycan.” Finn responded. David smirked. “Still a wolf.” He remarked, as he tried to hold back his laughter. Finn huffed in his vexation making David burst out in laughter. “Finn. Dude. I’m grateful for you. Seriously. And I am very very proud of you. I most probably won’t live without you.” David finally declared as he controlled his laughter.

"Gage is right. Worrying won't help him. The best thing we can do for Leo is ensure his help wasn't for nothing. We stay hidden, stay alive, and get ready." Just then, Finn shifted back into his human form behind a large oak tree. "I need real food!" he yelled, his tiny four-year-old voice piping up as he stumbled out. He was struggling to pull a loose gray t-shirt over his head, his arms completely stuck in the sleeves. His hair was a wild, messy bird's nest. "Thorne is a meanie! A super big meanie! I'm gonna tell Marcus to him!"

"Now, I understand that you've produced all songs in this album. Staring from the beat to the lyrics, am I right?" "Yes, Sir..." Finn answers. This is also the reason why he hates Gold. Finn is the leader of the group, he composes almost all their songs, he answers the challenging questions of the people, and he holds the group together when there's a problem, especially during tours. In spite of this, he's still not getting the recognition that he deserves. It's all about Gold. Finn is actually part of the vocal team, but he doesn't get enough lines. Majority of their songs are sung by the golden boy.

His voice was husky and raspy. I could only nod. Yes. "Pretty child you really are. Where is Finn?" "He went to get some woods." No matter how much I wanted to sound normal, it came out squeaky. Luckily, Finn showed up carrying some amount of wood in his arms, he had his hoodie tied up around his waist and his black shirt stretched up in a very attractive way that shows a hint of his defined V-line. His hair was a beautiful tousled mess. It was quite the view to bring girls to their knees.

I could feel the collective relief amongst my family when the D’Amore and Petridis families had exited. “Dad, you are going to do me, Gunnar, Henrik, everyone, and especially yourself a huge favor tonight.” Finn rounded on Dad, poking him in his chest. “You’re going not to speak.” Finn declared. Dad opened his mouth, likely to remind Finn he was his father and shouldn’t be spoken to. Finn cut him off by holding his hand up. “As Alpha of Ironfur, I don’t want to hear you speak unless it is a word of praise for my brothers or the event being hosted in their honor. And I meant legitimate and sincere praise, not a backhanded compliment.” Finn declared, and there was Alpha command in his words.