Warriors Yellowfang の小説・ストーリー

He had to stop his friend Using his vamp speed, he rushed to Samson, blocking his path and lifting a hand to stop him. Samson paused so as not to Hurt his friend, but he still looked determined to fulfill his mission. "Get out of my way, Mark." he said. His eyes had turned red, and his nostrils flared. There were veins around him eyes and a visible vein throb on his forehead. His fangs were protruding from his mouth. Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. Giving him a deadly, monstrous look. "Get out of my way Mark!" Samson repeated. The tightness in the face stretched into a snarl but Mark would let him pass.

His Reiteki mastery reached a whole new level, so Warren thought consistent cultivation would help him improve even more. That night he went to bed early. He woke up with the chickens the following morning and cleaned himself up. After a quick breakfast, which consisted of a yogurt and an apple, he hit the road. The journey to the Karoo wasn't too taxing on him. Normally people would feel drained after such a long journey, but because of his mastery of Qi, Warren didn't even feel tired when he arrived in the town of Uniondale. This was the place where he would find the members of the infamous Fire Fangs. The Karoo District was vast, but it was a safe bet to start at Uniondale. Willowmore wou

She knew she could only get away by going up then down to try and avoid him. Wolferan was a dracion and Leanunya knew he had been tracking her for years. He never gave up even though she had outsmarted him every time they had crossed paths. He was very stubborn, more so than a mule. Once he picked a target he would either catch them or they would die; he never gave up on a target he had chosen. He was a black and gold scaled dracion with black dragon wings and it was rumored he was immortal.

They saw the golden fire in my eyes and they ran like their souls depended on it. We reached the base of the limestone cliffs just as the first Silver Fang warrior burst through the brush. He was a massive grey wolf, his eyes glowing with bloodlust. He let out a snarl, lunging toward the youngest teenager in our group. I didn't hesitate. I intercepted him mid-air. I didn't need to shift to kill a common warrior. I caught his throat with my bare hand, my claws sinking deep into his fur. With a surge of Lycan strength, I slammed him into the ground. The force shattered his skull instantly.

I had now completely transformed into a wolf. With swift movements, I ran to all sides. Attacking all the warriors who charged towards me in unison. The sounds of battle and the smell of blood filled in the air. My eyes, which glowing a menacing yellow that pierced through any warrior’s soul, began to stare wide-eyed. Sharpening every snapping of my teeth that were ready to tear through anything. The remaining wolf warriors snarled again. Their wide-open eyes full of rage and sharp teeth filled with spittle, began to show their anger.

And here I am—just one human girl, caught in their clutches. And their king? What haven’t I heard about him? His cruelty, his ferocity in battle, the way he takes what he wants without hesitation or mercy. No one knows his name; they simply call him the barbarian king. The world simply knows that he is a Firefang wolf, a breed born of radiation, known for their volcanic bites and lightning combats.

Ellie had to lock her jaw and lower her gaze not to show him how disgusted, horrified, and enraged his cold assessment of living, breathing people made her. “Now we’re making a bundle off them testing drugs we’ve cooked up to enhance the military and fitness freaks.” He turned away to tear off his gloves. “Have you seen how damn big we’ve made them? How strong? We trained them to fight just to show what is possible to do to humans and how much damage they can take with the new batch of rapid-healing medicines. Do you know how many billions of dollars in contracts we’re looking at? How much money we’ve already made so far? They are our prototypes. Showing what we can make them do, how fast, s

After all, they were the Ironfangs. Among all the Ancient Clans of wolves, theirs were the most feared, their lineage steeped in strength and dominance. He had Topa, a peak first-class warrior, a true force of nature. Dazi, another peak first-class warrior, just as fierce and unyielding. Garfi, a middle first-class warrior, cunning and relentless. And an entire swarm of second-class warriors at their disposal, loyal and battle-hardened. You’d rarely even find a third-class warrior among their ranks; their blood was simply too potent for weakness. With their formidable status in the Land, the Elder had reasoned, the Young Lord Alpha would surely see the sense, see the wisdom, and side with th

she growled, but I felt her pain pulse through the bond like a cracked drum. Lily stood near the younger warriors, a radiant shield of golden vines emanating from her palms. She was protecting them fiercely, but her hands shook. Sweat beaded down her temple. “Lily! Fall back!” I commanded. She turned, only slightly. “Not without you.” I had no time to argue. A deafening roar split the sky. The eastern forest flared with unnatural silver light. From the fog emerged wolves—ones I thought long dead. Their bodies were scarred, eyes glowing like candlelight in a tomb. The Scarlet Fang Pack.

It was Colori Phoenix. Under the White Tiger King's lead, the Demon Warrior tribe successfully relocated to new territory just half an hour ago. However, when making sure everyone was here, they realized Oliver and a few thousand Black Tortoise warriors were absent. That had made the White Tiger King and the Black Tortoise King rather anxious, and they had sent Colori Phoenix to look for them. Colori Phoenix was a Red Sparrow, and she could fly at an impossible speed. She was fast enough to avoid the fiend folks if she ran into them.