Capitano X Aether の小説・ストーリー

He was sizing up the American wolves, his head defiantly high, he was the ultimate King of the werewolves after all. “You have a rogue accompanying you today?” his question was simply that, however I saw the other two wolves drop their heads submissively, not really wanting to enlighten the situation or association with the captain, and honestly this intrigued me. Boldly, and courageously, the rogue Capitan took a step forward and extended his hand to the King. “Captain Ryder Reed, US Marines, at your service, your majesty.” Alpha Ethan accepted his hand, as the young man cordially bowed over his hand. Ethan raised his eyebrows and I saw his thick mustache twitch.

Ambassador Aethon's expression was pleasant as he said, "We've identified your ships as from Xanthea. We also have an alliance with King Raphael." I asked with interest, "How did you recognize our ships while they're cloaked?" He explained, "Your ships have a similar energy signature to ours, making them identifiable even when cloaked." He bowed slightly. "Ah, That explains it, I said feeling more at ease. "The ship beside us is Commander Rage of 'Phoenix Wrath', also from Xanthea. We're Earth's protectors and returned from Xanthea in time to prevent further damage. Thank you for your help. Nice to meet you, Ambassador Aethon." I nodded in a gesture of respect.

Aaron grinned and bumped shoulders with him. "I’ve barely seen the Captain in casual clothes, but boy, he looks good in that white shirt and jacket. It’s hugging his muscles just right." "Can you shut up for one second?" Knox spat. "You can’t shame a man for admiring something sexy," Aaron chuckled, glancing back at Victor descending the stairs at his own unhurried pace. Knox grimaced but kept his gaze ahead. He wasn’t shrinking from anyone, but tonight he didn’t want Victor’s attention—the deadly, laser-focused kind he’d endured the past few days. He hated it. Even indifference would have been better. And that damn apology? He hadn’t written it yet. This ship would have to burn first.

Alessandro's surprise was fleeting, replaced by a calculating gaze. He took another sip of his wine, swirling the deep red liquid in his glass as he studied Salvatore’s seething expression. "Are you sure about this?" Alessandro asked, his voice unreadable. Salvatore scoffed, shaking his head. "If there's anything, my teams are the best." Alessandro rested his glass on the polished wooden table, fingers tapping against the stem. "But Marco Donato is my Capo, and Delilah Donato is his wife."

“A car?” Jasper nodded. “Yes.” I swallowed and looked up, confused. “But this isn’t—this isn’t a normal registration.” Dickson leaned back, arms crossed. “Because it’s not a normal car.” Peter finally spoke. “It’s a customized Tesla Aether-X.” I blinked. “The Aether-X isn’t on the market.” “It won’t be,” Tracy said softly. “This one was built privately.” I looked back down at the documents, my fingers tracing the printed specifications.

Titus told his boss about the sources which were provided by his personal investigator who is expert in getting confidential information. Viso D’angelo, the Capo of the ‘Le Aquile’ who had his eyes closed, opened them slowly and looked at his right-hand man. He arched his perfect brow at Titus and smirked. "And they will fuck around with my Dock." He mused in a dark voice. A malicious smile greeted his lips as He nodded. Titus thinned his lips in acknowledgement.

"Through the mist." The fog parted. And there it was. The Aether Spire wasn't a building. It was call impossibility. A massive shard of obsidian rock, floating inverted in the sky, tethered to the ground by massive chains of glowing energy. Beneath it, a plateau of white stone sat suspended over a chasm of endless blue fog. It was majestic. It was terrifying. But they weren't the only ones there. "Halt!" Ethan commanded, raising his fist. The army stopped, the sound of five thousand boots crunching on snow ceasing instantly.

Where did all your confidence go now, Marco? "Boys, bring in my baby and strap him in". As I finish speaking, Marco's eyes widen in terror, and he tries to struggle against the restraints again. However, his body is weak and battered, and he can barely muster the strength to move. The guards move swiftly to comply with my orders, and soon they return with her, my beautiful baby. She is called "Kop'yo iskupen'ya" and otherwise known as "The Spear of Atonement". The instrument look like a chair with restraints, but the most beautiful qualities are the drills. There are two drills for both knees, two at the chest and one for the stomach.

His older brother anchored our defense and swore Jax could hack circles around most pros. "You really want to do this Evan?" Jax asked keeping his voice down. He eyed the door like someone might burst in any second. "This burner looks basic but syndicate types rig them with kill switches sometimes. My brother loses his roster spot. You lose the captaincy. We both end up in deep shit."