Clown Hunters の小説・ストーリー

he said a bit too loudly, and a group of older women sitting near them shot him a disgusted look before whispering among each other about what an asshole he was. "Send in the clowns!" the ringmaster suddenly yelled, and the crowd cheered, although a few people visibly recoiled as well. Clowns were not exactly as popular nowadays as they perhaps once had been, which was probably a good thing. Four of them entered the ring, and instantly engaged in comedic acts with both the crowd and each other. The show had all the classic elements, from balloon animals to pie-throwing and simple pranks. None of them said anything, instead simply expressing themselves with exaggerated gestures and mimes. The

His hand moved again, back to my face. He smiled, in a very weird way, like a fucking clown. His finger teased around my face, from my cheek to my jawline, back to my cheek, to my nose, and my lips. His finger froze on my lips, his eyes were fixed on it, slowly he lifted his gaze, and stared at me.

KAEL’S POV I let out a sigh, running a hand through my wet hair, watching the humans below, on the dance floor, swaying, grinding, drunk. The club was lit up, red and blue lights flashing around the club, the music loud enough to disturb the deaf. I swirled the wine in my glass, watching them. “Clowns,” I muttered. I have no idea what God was thinking when he created this weak but dangerous species. They were cowards but hungry vipers that wouldn't hesitate to strike their own when money or power were the stake.

Clara As I watched the Coliseum fights, I understood why werewolves were willing to kill themselves to get in. There was a heady atmosphere that stirred my pumping blood. Warriors of every size and race fought down in the sandy pits. I saw creatures that I had only seen in books: monitor lizards, tigers, lions, and panthers. The Coliseum wasn’t just a gladiator free-for-all. There were circus acts of skilled acrobats leaping in the air, knife jugglers, and jesters. Drummers kept a steady tempo that thrummed throughout the entire stadium, and musicians blew trumpets when a fighter triumphed over his opponent.

Andrew yelled, grabbing hold of my arm to usher me in. "NO, WE HAVE TO STOP THEM!". "YOU'RE NOT STAYING OUT HERE!" I ripped his hand off of my arm and shoved him into the crowd. "GET THEM INTO THE ROOM AND STAY THERE!" "ELLIE, DON'T DO THIS, YOU HAVE TO COME WITH US!" "I'LL BE FINE, TRUST ME, JUST GO!" I told him as I gave him one last shove. I looked over at the rogues who were still grinning as they watched everyone rush into the hall. As soon as the doors were closed, two hunters appeared out of nowhere with large tin cans and started emptying its contents of gasoline all along the side of the building.

I saw none. Turner made his way to the front of the crowd. He was immediately surrounded by a group of werewolf protectors and hunters with arrows aimed at him. I moved my hand from Bazaar petrified. "I'm not a werewolf," said Turner as a single hand reached into his pocket. "Move again and you'll be killed," warned one of the protectors. "Be calm, I'm just searching for wolfbanes to show you I'm not one of those disgusting creatures," said Turner.

Both of them confusedly stared me as if they want an answer for being a rude to them. "Is there a problem Chlo-Chlo?" The clown headed ask me with her depressing voice. I looked away and squeezed my palm. I don't want to be rude towards her, she's been good to me all the time and maybe she's the one who take care of me but it's just that I'm scared of her, to all of them. They are a werewolf and I'm a human, they are the predator while me is the prey. I know that all of them see's me as a delicious food.

The crowd around us erupted and Big Jim swore, looking like he was about to hit Aaron again for beating him. A handful of people rushed forward to clap Aaron on the back and congratulate him, then he disappeared from sight, swallowed into the crowd on the other side of the cavern. I watched in disgust as all manner of trinkets passed hands. Someone yelled something I couldn't quite hear, but the crowd understood it, cause they settled down and backed up, clearing a space for the two new opponents left standing in the middle, flags attached, sticks in hand. "This is insane," I said, pushing free of the crammed bodies.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

Then in the next moment, his expression turned bright under his mask, as he has just thought of a great idea. "Oh, let's just bring down their number from 20! This is great!" he excitedly exclaimed. The audience agreed with him. Playing along with his act. "What?" the participants asked. "You heard me right! The remaining 20 participants will be the official player of the 'game'. And to do that you have to— kill each other!" This time, the tiled floor is shaking again and in the center, a table has emerged with all kinds of weapons you could imagine, and most of it was stained with blood. Instantly, their faces turned pale.