Percy Jackson Kill Count の小説・ストーリー

I didn't think about that and the thought of a man was trying to kill my fiancée did sound a bit psychotic, strange, and somehow Percy was right, the why was now irking on the back of my head. The fuck. "See? now you're thinking what I'm thinking, right?" he chuckled and sipped his drink. "Damn you, Percy." I cursed and grabbed the bottle from his side then pour myself another glass. I couldn't process the thought, the man is dead, the problem should be solved not being dug up. But I know, deep down I know, Percy was voicing out what's on his mind. And writing mainly thriller books, I know there's a loose end somewhere in the plot, the twist of the story.

This time, I was done with him for good. "See you never, Anthony." The End

It was a low blow and I wish I could have taken my words back. His jaw hardened, a barbaric look in his eyes. He stood up towering over me, glaring hard as I looked into his eyes returning his glare. I swear I saw a deep cyan colour filling his eyes but he snapped them shut, his hands fisting. "I killed Alpha Damien." My grip on Athela loosened making it fall from my hand. "You are lying, whom are you trying to protect? Hades -" "I am not lying Persephone." "Why?" He was silent.

I had gone from an early-death supporting character to an even more disposable cannon fodder. In that instance, my death in the exam hall became a plot device. Rachel was so frightened by it that she almost failed to attend the same university as Timothy, turning it into a major plot point in the story. Watching the barrage of comments urging me to 'just die already', a dangerous thought crept into my mind. Maybe I should just accept it. The repeated failures had worn me down, leaving me drained and defeated. However, I could not choose to walk willingly toward certain death.

"Tell me about yourself." I chuckled and leaned on his chest. "What would you like to know?" "Anything." I sighed. Where do I start...I'll just make it simple, nothing too deep. "It's hard for me to open up to people, but I'll try my best...I was very young when I first killed someone and now I've developed this hobby of counting how many times I've killed." "How many people have you killed so far?" I bit my lip and sighed. "One-thousand-two-hundred and thirty-eight people."

he growled, and in my peripheral vision I saw Ash and Calvel tense, preparing to attack him. That was unnecessary. Charon opened his mouth, presenting his sharp teeth. Then he leaped forward, unevenly waving his extended hands. His move wasn't even distracting. This time I aimed for his throat, the hit reopening the half-closed wound from the cut. He roared, but the agony had already taken the true rage from his expression. It was time to end this—end him. I threw a series of punches, reaching his jaw, his throat, and his stomach. When he fell to the stone ground I reached for the dagger.

The first pair padded into the clearing like they owned my bones. Patchy coats. Ribs like warped fence slats. Wrong-yellow eyes that caught the light and held it. More shadows slid behind them, low to the scorched grass. Kael didn’t look at me. He brushed my wrist once, silent, steady. “Count,” he said. “Eight,” I whispered. My throat clicked. “Ten. No, twelve.” “Good.” His shoulders rolled loose, like he didn’t have tendons. “They’ll split us. Don’t let them.”

My warriors try to pull them off but they keep coming for me. I feel a bite on Calvin’s arm he responds by ripping out the throat of the offender. Calvin kills, but it seems the more he kills the more attack. I get no relief. Calvin-I’m drawing off Mace and we are both getting weak. Me-Kendall, Jacob, Sam. I need back-up. Kendall-we are here Alpha Lord. There are just too many. We can’t see you. Me- I’m killing from the middle. Jacob- Maverick has taken out 15 or more. He is calling in his troops to help.

“Um,” I say, looking up at him and tucking a strand of my hair back behind my ears. “I think so? I think I killed them…all…” “He did,” Heggardy says, bitter, and Jackson snaps his head to him. “That was the end of my team. How the fuck did he do that?” “Do what?” Jackson asks.

] [Dorian plans to injure Cassian when he's tired. ‘I suspected as much,’ I replied. What my power told me no longer surprised me after learning about Dorian's typical actions. [Seraphine, I'll tell you one thing.] [The ten Alphas Cassian is fighting are actually just one person.] [Dorian gave his power to that Alpha so he could split himself into ten people.] [It's Dorian's trickery to kill Cassian.] [You need to tell Cassian about this before it's too late.] ‘What!?’ This time, I was genuinely shocked by my power's revelation.