Krogan Name Generator の小説・ストーリー

Before him was a list of names etched across the display Spectral Guardian Blaze Striker Shadow Sentinel Lightning Bolt Crimson Viper Frost Nova Solaris Knight Midnight Storm Phoenix Fury Nebula Serpent Note: Names can be altered once after you reach B- Class After a moment's reflection, Keagan replied, "S… Spectral Guardian." As the echoes of his chosen alias reverberated, the holographic display that had materialized before him, showcased a skill tree, branching with untapped potential. The voice explained the path to growth.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

Krona stammered perplexed on how this boy happened to appear from what seemed nowhere. “He scaled the bloody wall!” Gravland chimed in. Another two COG's attacked, both Drykator and Krona blocked with their shields, slashed with their swords and kicked their feet from under them, both COG stumbled, tripped and fell from the ledge. Krona breathed heavily, spitting blood from a cut on his lip “Who are you?” he exclaimed. Drykator not taking his eyes from the army, spoke smoothly and evenly “I am Drykator Epsonstar, son of Durroc Epsonstar”

His eyes looked tired and drowsy, and his breathing seemed slower than usual, but he still had a lazy smile on his face. “Ka’al isn’t my name,” he started. “My name is Rygan Al Andras; that bastard Kyren used Ka'al, which means ‘Dread’ in my people’s tongue, to mask my identity after I was taken; it was like a game to him,” he explained. “That’s why Kyren wanted your offspring; why is it so important?” I whispered as Kaide had taken a safe distance between us so he wouldn’t eavesdrop, even though our wolf ears were made for that exact purpose.

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

“The rogue we managed to capture said something similar.” Sal's eyes went wide. “You guys captured a rogue? That's sick!” A moment of excitement crossed her gaze before she went serious and cleared her throat. “Okay so back to what I was saying, the rogues are essentially mercenaries sent here by someone from another pack. There was a man in charge of these mercenaries, he goes by the name Grog—” “Grog?” Kaiden said, looking pointedly at Bradford, who also had a similar look of surprise on his face.

Which isn’t that bad, considering he couldn’t speak before. When Kellen went missing earlier in the year, he was thrown into some kind of fighting slavery ring on the other side of the realm. That’s where he found his mate, Tala. It’s also where he found Rogue. His real name is Fergus, but Kellen couldn’t let go of the name they gave him in Bhakhil, plus he was an actual rogue at the time. So naturally, I called him Rogue too.

He said. The tallest among them spoke up first. "I am Drogo." The shortest among them introduced himself second. "I am Crux." Then the other two, Haden and Storm respectively. Sai nodded and forced a smile. "Griggs seems to be the only normal name around here." They didn't smile, but Clara did. "It's a coded name." Griggs said unmoved. He bowed. "Till when next we meet again, miss Sairham." "So quick?" Clara asked.

“She’s from the Blood Moon pack.” The words hit harder than I expected. My jaw clenched. Blood Moon. That cesspool of a joke masked in a pack. “She’s an orphan. Her father is unknown but said to be a rogue or a runt and her mother died the day she was born. She lived in the pack house as a maid for the Alpha and his family. Her life has been filled with numerous troubles that I cannot begin to recount. And…she lived in blood moon up until she was publicly rejected.”