Werewolf Cookie の小説・ストーリー

We talked about a lot of things, especially about witches, and then she told me about all those werewolves guys bothering her. “Cookie!” Someone called her name from the distance the moment she told me about those interested in her. As if that wasn't enough, it seemed the one who called her attention was one of the guys she was telling me about. Cookie stiffened, and her teeth clenched against each other. She equally pressed her hands tightly against each other with a serious expression on her face. “Cookie wait up!” The breathless male-wolf yelled as he rushed towards where she stood. Once he got to where we were, he took time to take in a deep breath, and even greeted me before he turned t

Unless he was one, it's was hard to find one that could alter someone's appearance. A pureblood werewolf. Mira had ascertained what he was with great accuracy. Mira threw a cookie, which successfully landed on Arlan's mouth. "Oi, it's not a big deal. Let's beat him up later. I will help you." Arlan opened his eyes. When he saw that it was a cookie, he didn't hesitate to gobble it down. He didn't answer Mira's question. His eyes remained closed again, pretending to be dead.

They were chatting excitedly and she didn’t want to ruin their fun. She also gave some checkerboard cookies to her son. Werewolves can’t stomach chocolate after their first shift but they can before that, so it was safe for him to eat it. But she planned to stop giving him chocolate at 10. Or else even after he shifted, he would find it hard to resist eating the appetizing chocolate products. The cookies she brought for Lavana were different. They were flavoured with vanilla and little milk. After shifting, werewolves can’t take too much milk in their system. So a little occasionally is recommended.

What was this duo up to? Their house was beautifully decorated, but the colours were not the best. “How are you finding the place so far?” aunt Zora asked while we were eating. She turned to Zach whom she had strategically put next to her. Either she had great maternal instincts or she was so used to playing games and manipulating people. “Do you like it here, Zach?” “Yes, I want to see the werewolves,” he said, excitedly, making aunt Zora go pale. Bonnie gasped. “Emilia thinks there are many of them in this town. Werewolves are so cool.”

He knows that the rabbit folk specializes in sweets and would like to bring some to the werewolf children. “Here. A villager invented a new kind of sweet made from caramelized honey and peanuts,” the rabbit folk elder said as he offered his package to the others, “I hope you enjoy this.” “Oh! Yes! I definitely will!” the werewolf elder replied, “Right, what about you?” “We also have a new pastry. Their quite small so the children will have no problem handling them,” the werebear elder replied and smiled as he presented his package. “I can smell the sweetness from here!” the werewolf elder exclaimed.

CHAPTER 6 For my next days as a high school student in the community high school, Angelo became my walking buddy. It wasn’t awkward between the two of us. Aside from Saturdays, we get to spend other days with each other. He’s a more open person than I thought of. I guessed I earned my first friend in this town. I was waiting for him when Nana offered me cookies. It looked like a normal cookie, then I remembered that she was a werewolf. I’m afraid there’s something in the ingredient of that cookie.

Nico breathed a sigh of mixed exasperation and relief before continuing. “Okay, first things first. If you haven’t realized yet, you’re a werewolf.” Ben looked at his furry self which was sitting down on the floor. “Yeah, I guess I got that… I thought we change with the full moon, though.” “Well… Not necessarily. The full moon is merely a trigger and also a power-up. Otherwise, you guys can change anytime once you’ve turned. And from what I can see, you’ve just went through your first transformation.”

She probably saw us coming up here when the Cloak dissolved, probably even heard Aldrich’s sharply indrawn breath, but she’s unable to see anything. She’s a Werewolf. Her eyes are glowing as she glares at the spot where we are. If she decides to move toward us and prod at the spot with her foot like I know she wants to, she’ll feel us. The Cloak merely renders us invisible; it doesn’t render us into formless beings like the Guardians. Since she’s a Werewolf, I think she’s even catching whiffs of our scent. She takes a couple of steps toward us. We are moments away from being discovered.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”