Werewolf Sitting By Tree の小説・ストーリー

I tried to use my own powers, hoping that somehow I could turn back time and change what had happened, but it was no use. Feeling lost and alone, I eventually found myself sitting against a tree, waiting for the werewolf to return. I had no idea what to do or where to go, and I was consumed by a sense of despair. I knew that I couldn't stay in this state forever, but at that moment, I was unable to think of any other options. All I could do was wait and hope that somehow, things would get better. So, I sat there, against the tree, and waited for the werewolf to come back. Just then, I heard the rustling of leaves in the nearby bushes. I thought the werewolf was back and stood up but instead,

“We’re not just tracking shadows; we’re following the trail of those who mean us harm.” After hours of cautious progress, the team reached the outskirts of the enemy encampment. Concealed behind a copse of gnarled trees, they observed a scene that confirmed their worst suspicions. In a clearing illuminated only by the ghostly light of the moon, a contingent of exiled werewolves had gathered. Their postures were militaristic, their movements precise and rehearsed. At the center, the scarred leader stood elevated on a fallen stone slab, addressing his followers with fervor.

Those times when I was neglected by almost everyone in the pack in favor of my older brother had to be spent somehow, so I used the opportunity to travel the Lunar woods and discover the peculiar forest. That is how I met a certain werewolf, whom I was on my way to meet. There is a large tree that has been fallen by wolves who’d lived a long time ago right over the upper area of the Genecy river. The roots have been taken over by the vegetation so much so that it looks like it’s been molded with the ground, and there is moss covering the entirety of the tree trunk. The branches had been cut off long since, and the top of the trunk is also buried in the ground.

As if something was leading her. She skidded to a stop in a small clearing. The air here was different. Still. Charged. In the center stood a massive tree, older than anything she had ever seen. Its trunk was wide, its roots spreading deep into the earth like a throne carved by nature itself. And there— At the base of the tree— Something stood. A wolf. Larger than any wolf Aria had ever seen. Its fur was silver, glowing faintly under the dim light that somehow broke through the canopy above. Its eyes—deep, ancient, and impossibly calm—rested on her with quiet intensity.

A light brown wolf appeared to be hiding among the roots of mangrove trees that hung over the water. It was not trapped, but seemed to have deliberately chosen that spot, as if waiting for something. From a distance of several meters, Dexter could see saliva dripping from its jaws, accompanied by a sharp, challenging hiss.

Emily and Frederick were sitting on a log in the middle of the forest, enjoying the moment. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the trees. Emily was telling Frederick about her life before she became a werewolf. She spoke about her family, her friends, and how she had lost them all to hunters.

Sebastian leads me to the left with a gentle hand on my hip. The six of us spread out in pairs, still able to see each other as we hide behind trees. Once we’re all in place, we peek around our trees to the horrific sight ahead. The lone werewolf sits on the ground with his back to us. Two humans lie on the forest floor ahead of him, a man on top of the woman he’s fucking. The woman is crying softly beneath him as the man cradles her head protectively whispering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” with every strained thrust.

With the dregs of my strength, I motioned to stand again, Buck was in transition, about to snap out of it. He looked at me like I needed more beating. He growled and roared, rushed at me, ducked and upper headed me into a sharp tree branch which penetrated my back and sticked out of my chest. After a persistent painful moaning and howling from me, he shifted back and smiled. He stood there with his nude figure watching me wallow in pains. An ordinary werewolf would be dead if he stayed with a branch of tree in his chest for a long time.

Would it be Lara sitting under the oak tree Zoe told us about, or would we find her lifeless? “There!” Zoe says as she points toward the giant oak tree she talked about. The moment my eyes land on the tree, I rush towards it. Everyone else does the exact thing, and they follow my lead. “She’s not here,” Zoe says which we all are now aware of. “I think I can help,” Ashton suggests as he kneels down on one knee. He starts to groan from pain as he transforms into a full-grown glorious werewolf. He’s exceptionally muscular, exceptionally hairy, and looks exceptionally violent.

She sought solace in the nearby park, a place where the moon's radiance filtered through the rustling leaves of ancient trees, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadows. As Zara entered the park, her steps quickened, her senses keenly attuned to the world around her. The familiar sounds of nocturnal creatures filled the air, their symphony blending with the distant howls echoing in the night. The scent of damp earth and wildflowers enveloped her, carrying whispers of secrets only nature could know. In the midst of the park, she saw Vincent waiting, his tall figure standing strong amidst the moonlit backdrop. His own transformation was already underway, his form shifting into that of