Werewolf Sitting Under Tree 소설 & 이야기

Near the edge of the field, under the shade of a large oak tree, was a sight I never thought I'd see. Rhea was on the ground, surrounded by a wriggling pile of werewolf pups, the youngest ones, maybe three or four years old. One was trying to climb onto her back. Another was tugging on the sleeve of her training leathers. A little girl with curly hair was sitting in her lap, babbling something while Rhea listened, a soft, almost-smile on her usually severe face. My mouth fell open in shock.

"Now let's go." The two werewolf guards trekked for two days and nights, taking breaks twice to feed their wolves until they came upon a clearing where an old Guango tree stood. The bark, which was wide and grey with fissures, felt rough to the touch. "Ooh this tree is spooky," Gary whisperer as he placed Jessica's body next to it. "Yeah, you're so right," Adam agreed as he craned his head to look up at the tall tree with vines and wisps dangling from its wide-spreading crown.

The trees seemed to loom over us, casting long and ominous shadows on the ground. As we approached the old oak tree, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. What were we going to find? The tree was massive, its branches twisted and gnarled with age. We approached it cautiously, our eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger. And then, just as we reached the tree, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a wolf, tall and imposing with piercing yellow eyes. He regarded us calmly, his expression unreadable. "Who are you?" Lila demanded, her hackles raised.

“Show yourself!” A spark flashed before us at a tree almost ten meters away, and once the smoke disappeared, there was a man with long ears sitting on one of its larger branches. His skin was as pale as young olives, and he was looking at us with a wide grin on his face. He was smiling, but I could see there was some malice behind it. But I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. This was the first time I was seeing another species aside from werewolves. I was not sure if I was hallucinating or not.

Their sprawling branches danced gracefully to the tunes of the nocturnal breeze, casting playful, shifting shadows on the ground below, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and darkness. Within the heart of this verdant sanctuary, Silas had pinpointed a location revered by his kind and known intimately only to a handful of werewolves: a serene clearing, protected and encircled by venerable oak trees. These mighty oaks, having braved countless storms and witnessed numerous cycles of life and death, bore the marks of time on their gnarled barks. If one paid close attention, it felt as if these trees whispered sagas of bygone eras, their hushed voices carrying tales of valor, love, and betraya

The forest came alive around me, heartbeats, breathing patterns, the rustle of creatures moving through underbrush. "Six werewolves, including myself," I began, eyes still closed. "A herd of deer about half a mile east. Water running somewhere to the north, a stream, I think. And..." I hesitated, catching an unfamiliar scent. "Someone else is watching us. From that oak tree at the edge of the clearing."

It looked way too unreal and brutal to be done by a mere werewolf no matter how strong it is. "Is anybody here?" She yelled furiously, wanting to see the evil face behind such chaos. She looked around hoping the cowards would at least show themselves to her but instead her eyes landed on a huge tree a few feets away from her and written on it were the words, 'They are already here."

Rendall is still on his knees panting but his eyes are still on it. In the area with no trees, a huge number of werewolves lies. By lying, I mean, dead werewolves who were stacked up.

I picked some few things and left a note for the girls though I doubt they will come back very soon. I pray that they find what they are looking for. I hurriedly walk to a tree in the forest. No one would notice anything on the tree and that's because we decided to make it look like it was unimportant so as not to attract human attention and werewolves especially our enemies. I bent down and drew a unique image on the tree, the wind blew strongly for a while then the tree shifted a little and a path was formed. I walked past the tree onto the path and I know that the tree would have gone back to it's formal position.

“No. A werewolf. Beyond the treeline.” “I’m not prepared for a fight right now.” “And I don’t think I can fight that.” Ava looked up at him and saw that he was looking over her head to the right of them. Standing just on the lines of the trees that had not burned down was the largest, meanest werewolf she had ever seen. She could see its aura and it was pitch black. “Is that Sven?” “I don’t believe it is?” To their relief, the beast stepped back, disappearing into the trees. They looked up when they heard a howl off in the distance.