Werewolf Apocalypse Gifts の小説・ストーリー

"No new battlefronts for the Frostfang Pack?" "If rogue wolves saw our new war flag, they'd flee," Valentine joked. "Paisley's crew came back clamoring for meat—they emptied half the deer jerky stash." Passing through the silver-moon-grass-carpeted corridor, two Omegas approached with cedar-carved gift boxes. Adelaide noticed the wolf-head silver hairpins in their ears—trophies she'd brought back from the battlefield, now gleaming under the wall lamps. "Hot water's ready," Beata whispered in her ear. "Scented with your favorite Bloodmoon roses. A gift from Lycan Luna Clarissa, with a note saying, 'Even battle-scarred claws deserve a floral soak.'"

I placed it on the table and started skimming through the pages. I stopped on the page where the word ‘vampire venom’ caught my eye and started reading. The white fur were gifted with two special gifts as a blessing from the Moon Goddess. They could suck vampire venom out of other wolves and their own flesh making them impregnable. Their second gift granted them the ability of making anyone submit to them by staring them in the eye and that made it impossible for anyone to look into their deep crystal blue eyes for more than three seconds because it paralyzed them in their fear.

"Dear valued customer, our system detects you are already bonded to a vampire mate. We do not recommend purchasing a second supernatural being. Vampires are very possessive, you know. ??" I typed back with a sad face. "I can't afford to keep that vampire anymore." The rep sent a helpless-looking emoji. "If you insist, we will do our best to ensure the werewolf's safety." "What do you mean?" "It means if that vampire shows up, we will equip the werewolf with anti-vampire gear, like garlic spray, a silver collar, that sort of thing." "...Thanks," I replied, hesitating for a moment before clicking 'Purchase.' "Enjoy your new companion."

I can smell it. It’s strange that she isn’t lashing out her magic at me, but I’m grateful for it. I have no defense against magic, and if I go back to my pack with magic-inflicted wounds, there’ll be a barrage of questions I’m in no mood to answer. The rift between Werewolves and the magical folk is wider than ever at the moment. “I’m going to take my jacket off and give it to you. Seems like you need it more than I do.”

he replies with an elated tone, splashing some cold water into my face. “Aaaaah,” I shriek, jumping back, hitting the sink with my butt. He laughs hard, and I momentarily relax, joining in his laughing. As the shower starts running, we drop the act. “What do you think?” I ask. “Well, for starters, this is a werewolf pack’s territory for sure,” Jason motions for me to get in the shower and turns his back to me. “The Greyback pack territory we visited had no remains of any buildings. It was possibly magically moved. The Howler’s Pack territory had bombed and burned down buildings. This pack was neither bombed nor moved. There are no signs of fighting or bullet marks on the buildings. Still, I

Others were handcrafted items, displaying the skill and artistry of the pack members. Melissa accepted each gift with humility and gratitude, acknowledging the efforts and goodwill behind them. She understood that her actions had not only saved Alpha Avalor but had also brought hope and inspiration to the werewolf community. As Melissa and Alpha Avalor received the gifts, they took the time to personally thank each person, expressing their appreciation for the support and recognition they had received. They made it a point to listen to the stories and experiences of the pack members, gaining a deeper understanding of their struggles and triumphs.

We had seventy-two hours to find a ghost wearing my sister’s face, stop a ritual that would make her a permanent deity, and somehow rescue a king trapped in a mountain of cursed glass—all while I was magically maimed and our pack was in ruins. The weight of it should have crushed me. But the hollow silence where Kaelen lived was a forge. My fear turned to fuel, my grief to steel. “We need an army we don’t have,” Marcus rasped from his cot, following the conversation with fever-bright eyes. “Then we find one,” I said, a plan forming in the cold clarity of desperation. I looked at the grimoire, then at Lillian. “Morvana is the ultimate evil to every werewolf. Vorian is a traitor who wants to r

“Oh, it’s nothing. Of course, I should treat Maisie well.” She handed me a gift box and asked me to open it. Inside was a gold lock-shaped good-luck pendant. Everyone gasped. “That must have cost a fortune!” In my previous life, I was pleasantly surprised that Zoe even remembered my birthday. Seeing such an expensive gift moved me even more. However, I had not known then that the pendant was a cursed one! Once worn, it would swap my fate with her boyfriend’s! Back then, I ran a high fever for an entire week. There was no warning, no explanation. Even the doctors were helpless.

" I snatched the scalpel and sliced open the old woman's abdomen. "I just care more about money. You, on the other hand, are a pure psychopath." The blade avoided the intestines and cut open the stomach. Holding my breath against the sour stench, I reached inside and searched. When I found something hard, I pulled it out, wiped it on my clothes, and tossed the blood-covered chip onto the hood. "Job complete. I'm taking the money." I grabbed the briefcase and turned to leave. "Mark." "What now?"

“Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!” Rokan Allegro took a few steps forward and patted Linda on the shoulder once with understanding. “Don't worry, Mrs. Alexander. We've sent a select group of witches over there. We will never let Sacred Wolvire fall into Hugo's hands, I promise.” “But they will still be late!” Aryadi interrupted loudly from where he was sitting. Rokan Allegro raised his hand as if he was going to stop something. “They used Body Transfer to go there. It will only take five hours. Pretty quicker than if a vampire or shifter darted over there.”