Wolf Cute の小説・ストーリー

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

Which is why Albus got away with calling the alpha rabbit food. "Come on alpha!, why so glum?" Albus asked. Legolas growled, pulling the covers over his head and hoping that would get Albus the hint to get lost. It didn't. Nothing to get the ball of energy out of the room unless his mate called him. Perks of being a white wolf. Something very rare. White wolves weren't affected by the alpha's command since they were descendants of the moon goddess.

Frank Kilburn, Alpha of the Vagas Moon Pack, fumed because for hours now his wolves tried to find some proof that he could use to push the Twilight Wolf Pack and their annoying leader out of a region before they discovered what he was doing. He needed the white wolf back, too.

The forest was cold after the rain. There were no dry spots to sleep and the night was much darker since we were deep within the forest. None of it bothered the werewolves. Unlike me, they could see clearly in the night and they have furs to keep them warm. I stood beside Alpha Deucalion as he watches his pack rest for the night. The clothes I was still in were wet. My body shivers cold. I leaned against him trying to find warmth in his fur.

Thankfully, she had survived and finally found a slither of second to escape. Unfortunately, my presence didn't go unnoticed by the rogue. Its attention shifted to me, and a furious snarl escaped its jaws, its eyes filled with a vacant, menacing intensity. Just as it was about to make a move toward me, Alpha Chase, in his brownish-black wolf form, darted past, using his swift movements to knock a line of rogues off balance, sending them crashing onto the cold pavement.

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member. Esmerelda followed my gaze and was startled. She tried to get up but kept falling down, unable to coordinate her four legs. Her whines and whimpers tugged at my heart. Cyrus took another step, and Magnus howled long and soulfully, freaking her out. Terror consumed her as she adjusted and flew on top of a granite boulder. She looked at me in utter betrayal before leaping off the rock and sprinting effortlessly over the line of wolves. Her white fur streaked against the dark green mountainside as we all paused in awe.

Which made it confusing how she had done so much damage to the rogues. One of the rogues had claimed that the she-wolf had half shifted and held that half shift while fighting them. Half shift is a learned skill that few master. For an underage she-wolf to do that and inflict damage on rogues, it was impressive. I smiled. Maybe the she-wolf would be worth the trouble of an unauthorized visit to her pack.

He needed to be near her. Liv sucked in a breath when she saw the wolf slowly step from the trees. Damn! Apparently, she hadn't been dreaming. It was the same giant, white wolf with the ice blue eyes. She stood stock still watching the animal. He was simply stunning, like no other wolf she had ever seen. Pure white wolves were rare as their color made them easy to spot and they were often killed as pups. She didn't think she'd ever seen one in the wild. He wasn't albino though. He had black tips to his ears and his tail and an interesting pattern of swirls across his chest. Those intense blue eyes locked on hers as if he was trying to make up his mind about something. Instead of attacking or

Annabelle exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise, looking alarmed as realisation dawned upon her. Unlike a dog, a wolf is not a suitable house pet. The vet ignored her surprised reaction and explained the minor differences that proved Chucky is a wolf and not a Siberian husky. “I don’t think it was a good idea for me to take a wolf home with me yesterday.” Annabelle whispered to herself, unable to believe that she had ignorantly brought a wolf home.