Wolf With Scar 소설 & 이야기

They sniffed the air, picking up on the distinctive scent of the Quercia and set off behind the buildings and into the nearby small stretches of land still covered in trees, away from human eyes. Feeling the ground beneath him vibrate with the hundreds of varying sources cleared his mind; he homed in on the unmistakable movements of a wolf and sped up. A few yards ahead he spotted the pale, mixed coloring of a pack member and signaled to Gil to get around him. The underling caught wind of them and attempted to throw them off by taking to the alleys, but Gil arrived to cut off the path. Victor dove in on him from behind, aiming for the shoulder with a shallow bite.

Amid chaos and turmoil, the golden bright light dissipated, revealing the majestic figure of Skylark Bluedawn in her wolf form. She was a beautiful white wolf with a striking gold stripe adorning her forehead. Growling fiercely, she stared down Wolf Arthur, challenging him with every fiber of her being. Meanwhile, Wolf Payne struggled to get up, whimpering as he yearned to protect his beloved mate.

“I was already too weak to heal and the poison she used was not just any regular poison, it disconnects you from your wolf, therefore preventing you from healing, leaving a permanent scar” My hand involuntarily touched the scar. I traced it from his chest to his abdomen. “Does it hurt” “No, it's from five years ago” “It must have hurt” The scar looks like the dagger really went deep into his chest, I could only imagine the kind of pain he must have gone through, and also not being able to feel your wolf is like you are half dead. I felt his hands on my cheeks “Are you crying” Was I crying, I didn't even know tears were streaming down my face as I tried to imagine the kind of pain he had gone

Willa suddenly yelped, frozen in shock. Oops. I sighed with a chuckle. Willa's eyes trailed down my body, following my hand. I was about to laugh at her when she tilted his head and fixed her eyes on my back. She noticed my scar. I had a two inches long scar under my left shoulder blade. Werewolves normally wouldn't have scars on their bodies. Unless their wolf couldn't heal them with soul power in time, leaving them to heal in the human way. The human way leaves scars.

I hissed, forcing myself to stand. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest. Scarlett stood a few feet away, watching me with amusement. She looked completely unbothered, not a single scratch on her. I clenched my fists, my breathing ragged."Why can’t you fight without using your wolf?" I spat, my voice sharp with frustration. Scarlett laughed. "You think I need my wolf to kill you?" she taunted, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. She took a step forward, her eyes glowing with dangerous confidence."You have to die. And if it’s not by my wolf, it will be by my hands."As she said those words, I watched her eyes shift back to normal, indicating that her wolf had stepped back. She didn’t n

Rafael who was in wolf form engaged with another wolf as Scarlett lunged at another one, clawing the wolf's neck before she snapped its head, with her hands doing the damage that she knew they couldn’t heal from. Zidane was now limping, despite three wolves fighting Elijah with several dead around them. Scarlett growled menacingly. “Back down!” She hissed. It only made them hesitate at her Alpha command, she was after all their next Alpha and her command was second only to Zidane’s. However, the moment of hesitation was enough. Before they could continue Elijah took the chance to tear them both apart. Zidane growled lunging at her, but Elijah bit into his neck tearing him back and throwing h

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.

It will look so weird. Scar got up as her slumber got disturbed by the slam and her eyes widen upon looking outside the window. I got startled when the door immediately opened and smol and dick started running away screaming. What the hell is going on? I sat up on the seat and peered outside the window. An excited gasp escaped my mouth as my wide hazel green eyes fell on a magnificent huge wolf with the blackest smooth fur that my hand craved to feel, with the most beautiful oddly familiar silver eyes with specks of black that carried a storm with in them.

They planned all of this. A flicker of something blurs at the edge of my vision. I turn. The scene glitches. For a heartbeat, the wolves around the basin double—ancient pels overlapping with newer coats. Flickering shapes, a second ring of wolves overlaid on the first. One in particular snags my vision and refuses to let go. A black wolf, smaller than the others, with a deep slash of white along his muzzle and a ragged scar over his hip. Fear pulses off of him in sick waves.

it affected his eye which looked disfigured. He is a wolf but I’m surprised he has a scar. No matter how bad it is, wolves heal. ‘Unless another creature, poisonous, caused the scar.’ my wolf offers and I hum in agreement. I’ve totally forgotten about that. But species haven’t been at war in years. We aren’t exactly best friends but everyone just keeps to themselves. “What do you want and what the hell are you doing here? How did you even get in?” I have too many questions and not enough to get them all out.