☽This is a collection of &team oneshots inspired by Howling, Dark Moon and the members as I know them ofc ♥ so these oneshots are fantasy stories with modern werewolves (loup-garou)
☽Individual oneshots do not form a continuous storyline, but can be...
𝕻𝖔𝖛: Maki, Harua 𝕾𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: Nicholas, Yuma 𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: fluff, soulmate, friendship, bromance, healing 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: -loup-garou- modern werewolves. A species that can transform into an animal, mostly wolves (used in Dark Moon)
!this oneshot is translated from my original version in Slovak language!
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Deep sadness filled Maki's eyes with tears. His body was tense. He clenched his jaw at the desperate view that was jumping from one grid to another.
The dark cells reached to the ceiling of a very high circular tower. They were exposing plenty of scared shiny eyes which used to be so fearless.
The Moon was so far away from them.
The wailing songs of his brothers tore his heart to pieces. Maki tiredly shed more and more tears. He tried in vain to open the unyielding bars with his strength.
What's the point of being good at fighting? Closed in the cell... he could do nothing. Nothing at all just scream and watch as his loved ones lose their freedom one by one... listen to heartbreaking howling for help.
He felt so weak.
He could barely see and his voice was barely enough for a threatening growl which was actually useless. He couldn't help anyone. Anxiety was pushing on his chest.
"Nicholas!!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Falling to his knees, his vision faded into darkness.
A sob.
The damp pillow soaked up more of his tears. His frightened heart drowned out all the quiet surrounding sounds.
Maki sniffed loudly and hugged the blanket to his face, overwhelmed with sadness and despair.
The feeling was so real and powerful.
He took a shaky breath and wiped his wet eyelids.
When his breathing calmed down a little bit, he recognized a light of a friendly fire that was chasing shadows of his nightmare, settled on the walls of the tent. He took a look at the sleeping bag before him, hoping to find someone there to snuggle up to.
However, no one else was sleeping in the tent. The other two sleeping bags around was empty, so he slowly stood up on his knees to get out in front of the modest abode in the middle of the forest.
He immediately smelled a spicy meaty aroma and bitter smoke from the crackling hearth. His own brother and Nicholas were sitting there quietly.
While Nicholas's eyes shone brighter than the fire, as he was watching the rotating sausage, Yuma seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. He leaned back in his camping chair relaxed, his gaze fixed on the flames illuminating the deep starry night.
