Young Sirius Black Fancast の小説・ストーリー

I'm a Beta, and our shifts pack a lot of power, not more than an Alpha's shift, but close. My name is Aston Wiley, and I'm the future Beta of the BlackPaw Pack. I'm best friends with the future Alpha King Jamison. He turned 18 a month ago but hasn't found his mate yet. The anticipation is killing me, as I believe I know who my mate is, and I will get confirmation when I get to school.

he continued with a proud expression. "Wow! That was amazing! You look stronger than Ajamu," Sirius couldn't help than remark with admiration. "Haha, you are underestimating Ajamu too much. He might fall shorts in technique, but that's because he is younger than me three years. In terms of power, I dare to say he is more powerful than me at his age. If he fixes his mentality, he'll become a terrifying warrior one day." "It seems that he was truly holding back that day..."

I could feel the amount of pleasure, but it was quite the opposite for me—pain. "I don't need a girlfriend when I have pretty girls like this to satisfy me, Emily. You lost your chance to have me last night, but you get to watch this happen over and over again." He chuckled watching Campbell gasp for air. "Why choose a bitch like Emily? My younger brother, who's in middle school, wouldn't find her attractive." Gideon, Ryan's right-hand man, said.

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

“Especially yours, Druiss.” “Abilities?” I snort, cocking my head. “What, like superpowers? Sir, with all due respect, are you havin’ me on?” His brows lift ever so slightly, and he turns to Damon with an expression that says you didn’t warn me about this. “This is worse than I thought.” “Told yer,” Damon mutters, his voice dry. Are they referring to me? “Look here, lass.” Mr. Black rolls up the cuff of his immaculate trousers. Despite his rich ebony skin, there’s a vile, festering wound on his shin.

“Elisa, I don't think you're in the right position to play concerned now. Not after sleeping with my husband.” She ignored the jab. “You still don’t believe I’m the only one in this mansion who truly has your back.” “Yes. And stabbed it.” Movement outside the estate caught my attention. I shifted my gaze as a fleet of black SUVs rolled into the driveway near the corporate headquarters and men in tailored suits emerged. The man in the lead, a silver-haired figure who looked like he had been carved from granite, bypassed Androa entirely. He stopped in front of Dominic and shook him with both hands.

It’s like someone’s turned the entire school against me and that’s when I’ve had enough. At lunch, I spot him sitting at the edge of the field with his blazer hanging off one shoulder, earbuds in and eyes on his phone. Everyone gives him space... like always. Ryan Blackwood doesn’t have friends.. he has followers. I march up to him, fuming. “You did it, didn’t you?” He looks up slowly with one eyebrow raised. “Did what?” “Don’t play dumb, Ryan! You got my sister suspended! You messed with my grades!”

He was dressed in a simple, black athletic t-shirt that clung to the powerful muscles of his chest and shoulders, and low-slung grey sweatpants that did little to hide the formidable bulge at his crotch. His dark hair was damp, curling slightly at the nape of his neck, and his face was grim, his slate-grey eyes fixed on Min with an intensity that was terrifying. "Mr. Sterling!" Min stammered, his voice a high, panicked squeak. "I… you’re… you’re back early."

Luisa kim added indignantly, "The worst part is that Scarlett Hayes is the one pulling the strings. What kind of heartless person comes up with such a vicious scheme?" I felt a shiver of fear run through me. Evan Blackwood was the cousin of Dominic Blackwood, and he had grown up under the old man's wing, charming everyone with his sweet talk. The old man adored him, or else he wouldn't have allowed him to carry the Blackwood surname.