Nightwing Killer の小説・ストーリー

Inside, he could see a prone figure equipped with a marksman rifle. The Dusk Rider haven't noticed him yet. With a smile in his mouth, he prounced at the alien, his fingers cupping the chin of the bastard and pulled it up to expose its meaty neck. The Dusk Rider's arms flailed in the struggle, toppling smelly MREs and piss cans everywhere. Keron aimed the killing edge at the neck of the alien and, in one swift motion, ran it across. Blood sprayed in the windows and the floor. The Dusk Rider went limp shortly after. Keron stood up and sheathed his nevok. He pressed the side of his helmet and spoke.

"Right. I said if you please me, but you didn't. So you broke that agreement first. Not me." "I bloody pleased you!" I yelled, unable to control my rage. "I did everything I could…” "Except telling me the goddamn truth, bitch!" He retorted aggressively, almost grabbing me, but I quickly moved back. Luckily, he didn't insist. He just adjusted on the bed but his gaze was slicing me up. "I'm not a fool, Killer. It's not possible that you magically got so good at deepthroating. You must have done it with someone else and I need to know who. I need a fucking name!"

I asked, though the answer seemed obvious. “Nikita.” Thorne’s voice softened. “They’re calling her the Luna of Death as if she’s already taken her place.” I shifted in my chair, my heart pounding harder. The image of Nikita, a cold, unreachable figure, contrasted sharply with my own experiences of the world. I’d rebuilt my father’s pack with compassion as the foundation stone. Yet now, our neighbour—the one my father had slain—was another story entirely. A wry smile tugged at the corner of my lips, the irony not lost on me. "A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?"

He felt guilty, though he didn’t sense danger, he was still a vampire and demon too so he was sure he had better chance of surviving this than the already injure werewolf, Miguel. "You know you can't do anything for me now Kwan. But go and kill that damn ugly reptile. Now!" Without a word, Kwan finally gripped the two bloody spikes and after looking into Miguel’s eyes one last time and Miguel gave him a smiled, Kwan turned. Kwan saw the monster below who was aiming to throw the spike again and his red eyes throbbed in absolute anger. It became black. A loud growl escape from Kwan’s mouth and the next moment, he was right in the reptile’s face. The spikes on his hand had pierced right through

"You... you don't want me. You want the power. If you kill me, the Well dies with me." "A sacrifice I am willing to make," the Knight said. But before he could fire, a massive black shape slammed into him from the side. Killian had finally broken through. He didn't use a sword. He used his teeth. He clamped his jaws onto the Knight’s silver shoulder, the sound of metal crushing echoing through the clearing. They went down in a heap of silver and black fur. The Enforcers, seeing their leader down, began to falter. Sora’s pack sensed the weakness and redoubled their attack. The clearing was a chaos of screaming men and snarling wolves.

“They intended to capture me but I escaped. Those fuckers underestimated the strength of an Alpha’s blood.” “We need to flee with able men,” Klyde suggested. “Are we going to leave our fighters, sire?” The trusted servant asked. Just as Nikolaj motioned to answer him, a dark energy of a vampire fighter was revealed. He positioned himself on one of the trees, with a sleek sniper. It happened in slow motion, as he shot at the egoistic would-be Alpha of Black Moon Pack. The poor twin was hit right at his heart with a silver bullet, which was every wolf’s weakness.

He sounded exasperated and it was insulting to me. He reached across and pressed something on the armrest of his chair. The screen on the far wall flickered to life. A news broadcast was on. Buston network logo in the corner. The anchor's voice filled the cabin, crisp and professional and devastating. *"—identified as the infamous underground assassin known only as Viper. Sources confirm that the murder of Marcus Thorne, prominent businessman and father of groom Draven Thorne, occurred in the early hours of Sunday morning inside a penthouse suite at the Celestine Grand Hotel—"*

The speaker cleared his throat, his voice dropping into a deeper, graver tone that echoed heavily through the massive speakers. "This group is a brand-new threat. They emerged just about two months ago, but the destruction they have caused is already unimaginable. They call themselves the New Order." He paused, letting the ominous name sink into the minds of the quiet crowd. "They do not operate like normal rogues. They move secretly from pack to pack, leaving nothing but piles of bodies in their wake. They have the numbers, they have the weapons, and most terrifyingly, they possess the power to take down a True Alpha. As of today, they have already murdered ten powerful Alphas."

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

A rifle with illuminated silver bullets. I backed into Kieran’s car, hand on my belly. Our son kicks hard, a fierce surge of power flooding through me. Golden light flickers at my fingertips before I even consciously call it. Not him, I think desperately. Not our child. Kieran roars as he tears through the first attacker, claws slashing across a tactical vest. Blood sprays across the asphalt. But another dart catches him in the shoulder. He snarls, ripping it out, but I see the chemical burn spreading under his skin.