Nightwing Killer の小説・ストーリー

All she could see was the blond hair, as if someone were standing behind Ethan, but the darkness concealed their identity. As her body collided onto the unforgiving ground, the wind was knocked out of her and her eyes widened with shock as the ground rushed up to meet her, knocking the air out of her lungs. Just before landing, her head landed on the concrete, leaving a small cut on the back of her head just above the neck. It stung painfully and sent shooting pains throughout her entire body, but after sometime she felt nothing. The world began to grow dark, and then it stopped completely____________. [Few hours after murder]

she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck. The impact was so great that the truck was nearly destroyed to nothing as it blew up, unleashing a shock wave that shattered windows of all buildings around that area. Natasha and Bianca were thrown back against the sidewalk while Lucas and Cassie fell back on the bench. The woman walked up to the debris of what was left of the truck and found the scarlet speedster stirring, with a large piece of metal lying over his chest. She took out a gun and aimed it at his head.

The hollow hill had a staircase that led underground, and when we got to the bottom, I counted at least eighteen others. “This,” The man lifted his arms and gestured to the others, “Is the Night Stalkers, the name derived from the Night Moon. Our Alpha was killed by the witches, and I was the Beta. We have taken it upon ourselves to eliminate other Alphas before the witches get to them.” “I am from the Shadow Hunters pack,” I spoke up, “Our Alpha -” “Yes, your Alpha is Garrett Miller. We’ve been tracking all the Alphas in the area, and your Alpha was one of the first we found.”

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

Suddenly I saw that an attack was launched at one of the hunters and he was fast to see that coming launching a counter-attack. I strain my inhuman ears and I hear what they are saying from afar. The right Nightwalker appeared. Elder Jace killed Mr Dickson, I think he has been filled in about the plan on the bus. "You?" Was the word of Nightwalker. "Let's end this" He replied and Nightwalker smiled evilly. A hunter faced the vampire Nightwalker came with, since it is a two against five.

, he’s shaking as the dagger fell to the ground. “The known killer of Werewolves?” Other were-rogue asks. I devilishly smirked doing my attack towards the naked man. Throwing my dagger straight to its heart. They alerted themselves as they saw how their companion turns to ashes. “Yes. I am Death. You want to be one of my favorite collections?” I showed myself yet they can’t see my face due to the black skull mask I’m wearing. They should have attacked me but my hands are quicker than them. I pulled two of my 45 caliber guns. And shoot their foreheads and hearts making their early death. My gun has a silver bullet that contains the same mixture of venom and wolf's bane.

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

He signals and count to three until a read button appears signaling that the show is on air. Tonight, in my own show, I will show the world about the brutal killings that are happening in our country. “ The first victim was killed at the night of August 24 at one of the roads in this city. During our report we’ve initially thought that it was just an ordinary homicide but the details are too accurate to conclude that it was..” I’ve looked at the other camera and flip my script page. “ With mangled body and no organs, the victim eyes are set in a pitch black condition. Isn’t it familiar?”

These men that moved to start their own chapter in Kanla are the most sort out killers in the fucking world. Killer alone has eight thousand confirmed kills. Spade is the best in close combat, while Knight is our long-distance shooter, he can make pretty damn any shot. Zero is our all-round man, and best tracker we've got, he aces every fucking aspect of a perfect killer. Too bad the fucker wants to waste it mooning over Beggar leaving him and not finding her. It'll make my job much simpler if Zero got off his fuckin' ass and helped but Prez's orders were to leave the brother alone.