Wolfstar Ship の小説・ストーリー

' I tore a strip of paper from my notebook and used it as a bookmark. I read the next few stories, then closed the book. I walked over to sit on the couch. I leaned my head back and I dozed off. I dreamed about Astra, the wolf in Child of Stars. The story didn't describe how she looked, but I envisioned her being a beautiful golden sable with bright blue eyes. In my dream, her colors began to lighten and shift until she was the white silver of my wolf with my bright blue eyes and the three jet black scratch marks across her right eye.

what he was looking for. Some of the mutant leaders wielded pistols. Some had familiar designs similar to the weapons in his hands. No doubt they looted from the corpses of the dead wolves in the temple. There were a few others with archaic designs similar to ChaosMarines. They must have come to the planet with the heretics, Ragnar thought. As long as he doesn't get off the bridge quickly, it doesn't matter. He looked around and everyone else saw what he noticed. He immediately recognized their smell and appearance. With true space wolf independence, they decided for themselves. However, they withstood a firestorm against their enemies, killing them with every attack. Ragnar saw that there

Toby tried to explain but i could still hear Alpha Flynn’s low growl. Suddenly i heard bones cracking. Did he just change into his wolf form or something? Inside the freaking house? I quickly opened the door and walked outside. I found Toby, still in his human form, and Alpha Flynn, already changed into a big dark grey wolf. The frames on the wall are all on the floor, cracked. He obviously is bigger than any other wolf that I have ever seen. Even bigger than Toby's wolf form. "Mitzy, get inside your room right now!" Toby yelled, covering me with his arms.

If this wolf does make a move with hostile intent, detain only, understood? Anaki growled, looking specifically at Shyfter. **Shyfter** ‘Damn! A wolf kills an enemy ONE time, and his Spirit is under lock and key to this cursed collar only few have the keys for.’ Shyfter growled challenging. **Anaki** ‘The ‘enemy’ you killed was a great warrior and tactician, one that our father GREATLY respected. So much so, father only injured him, saving his life, got him out of and away from the war. Then you slay him out of petty jealousy!’

Blood trickled down Jet’s neck as the vamolf’s teeth grazed him. Jet’s eyes found me. They were full of concern as his mouth told me to run, but I didn’t hear a word he said. The wind was rising, faster and faster as it circled around me until the vamolf was inches from biting Jet. My hands pushed forward, making a torpedo of wind hit the vamolf in the side, throwing him thirty feet off of Jet. I didn’t stop there as I pushed more and more blast of wind at the vamolves. Giving the wolves a chance at survival.

"The cooling lines we designed at the Black Needle are holding the pressure perfectly. If the Iron Fleet returns, they won't find a wooden coast waiting for them. We have a wolf made of steel." Before Natalia could respond, a sudden, sharp whistle cut through the roar of the shipyard furnaces. Down on the lower slipways, a Frost-Tooth scout was sprinting toward the command gantry, his white fur matted with sea-brine and his breathing ragged. He didn't wait for a formal salute; he threw himself down onto one knee before the stairs.

The bridge of the White Wolf flagship was a symphony of silver light and clinical precision, its quartz viewports offering a terrifying view of the lunar horizon. The Stellar Void did not look like a storm or a beast; it was a non-presence, a jagged hole in the tapestry of the stars that swallowed the light of the sun without reflection. I stood at the primary console, my Tempered Heart beating a steady sixty beats per minute, its solar enzyme flaring with a protective heat as the external temperature of the ship began to plummet toward absolute zero. Beside me, five-year-old Lyra sat in her crystalline Prism Wolf form, her iridescent coat already refracting the faint violet light of the cab

They fought for me because I was the only predator vicious enough to break them. "The western fleet is fully loaded, Alpha," Captain Vance murmured, stepping out from the shadow of the iron pillars. He, too, had been remade by the brutality of this continent. A jagged scar ran from his temple to his jaw, a reminder of the crossing we had barely survived. "Three thousand Oakhaven wolves. The new silver-tipped ballistas are mounted on the longships. The merchant vessels we seized from the Northern trade lanes provided enough grain to feed the vanguard for a six-month siege."

"Surely they had traitors." "Did you?" I ask Nira. She nods. "For someone to leave the pack, they had to fight Amira or Tavin, her trainer. No one wanted that. The ones who attempted to leave without permission were dealt with." She fidgets with her fingers nervously. She might have been close to the former alpha but she doesn't do well with me. "Who is the closest to the she wolf?" I ask. "Tavin Brooks or Iyla Banks." She says quickly.

The Dreadnoughts’ floodlights flickered. The Matriarch’s hologram shattered into static. Comms burst across open channels. “Targeting lost!” “System failure!” “Pull up! Pull—” Two escort ships clipped each other midair and spiraled into the ridge in a ball of fire. Away from the forest. Killian threw back his head and roared. “Their systems are blind! Blackwood—to the ridge!” He shifted. This time, silver streaked through his fur like veins of light. And then the wolves charged.