Percy Jackson Kill Count の小説・ストーリー

Guardian Odele was brimming with killing intent as he answered coldly, “That’s right. I’m Guardian Odele. Who are you?” “Kayson Yarde.” The name took Guardian Odele aback as he questioned, “The Kayson Yarde who killed Zeus Yankovich?” “Yes.” Kayson’s tone was impassive. Guardian Odele asked threateningly, “You killed Luke Huxley too, didn’t you? Aren’t you a prodigy for offending Eden Joy to this extent?” “Let me add one more for you. Guardian Coridon is dead. I killed him.” Guardian Odele’s eyes widened at the revelation. “What did you say!?”

She looked at me, her eyes filled with both pleading and resentment. "Glenn, you can't do this! You'll ruin him. He's not even an adult yet—his life is just beginning!" "His life matters, but mine doesn't." I looked down at her, my voice eerily calm. "Myra, don't think I have noticed what you've been doing to me lately." The wail of sirens grew from a distance, now clear and sharp below the building. Dwight, terrified out of his wits, scrambled to his feet and tried to bolt for the door.

"Fine. Go ahead and take your revenge. Kill me right here and now. Do you honestly think I would have jumped off the top of that high castle wall if I was afraid of death? Go on, Veronica. Do it, and be fast about it." Veronica’s eyes narrowed into slits, her jaw clenching as she realized her physical torture wasn't breaking my spirit. She slowly let go of my hair, a new, sinister idea forming behind her dark eyes. "No," she murmured, a wicked, triumphant grin spreading across her face. "Death is too easy for you. What if I just call Stefan right now and turn you over to him? You would absolutely hate that more than death itself, wouldn't you?"

My tone doesn't conceal my fury. "We only ever spoke on phone and he made huge transactions of money through a swiss account," "Idiots," Murmurs my mate. They were indeed, obviously, this strange supporter would want something in return sooner or later. "How many slayers do you have?" Asks Danford. "They were a hundred, fifteen didn't survive the shift and five were killed by the king," My heart clutches and I couldn't contain my wrath, I slap Amos hard across the face that he staggers,

Helia threw back a brash retort, "Thanks for the compliment. You're a lot brighter sounding than the other giants I've killed." His tone took on a very confident, predatory lilt, "Have you now? And how many have you killed?" "Three. And I'm going to add your carcass to the tally!" she shouted. "Three? Huh." His rumbling laughter rolled over her, "You're certainly vicious. I've lost count of how many slayers I've ended. I thought perhaps after the first hundred, you humans would learn it was a futile endeavor to try and kill me." Helia drew her sword and gripped it in a combative stance, placed her shield before her, and shouted, "Why don't you come out and we'll see how futile it is?"

I say. “I was just thinking the same thing.” Donte sighs. I know Penthesilea and Phlegyas would do shit like this. Those two were some shady fuckers. However, they have been dead for at least 500 years or more. Uncle Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades were there when they were put to death, so I know it can’t be them. I guess I will have to ask Uncle Zeus about some of the other demigods next time I see him.

"Twenty-five," Killian whispered because he was breathing too hard. He felt like his soul was leaving his body after the energy he had to put in there and not just because of the strength physically he had to put in but no, he also needed the strength emotionally. It felt like he wanted to cry when he saw the blood and hear Yifa 's cries slowly lowering and disappearing. He knew she was tired and when her head fell heavily, he knew that she fell unconscious. He didn't want to do it. After the 5th hit, he wanted to stop but he couldn't because the people around them were asking for more.

Why was her boyfriend such a kid sometimes? "Um..." Santi said, showing her his phone, "someone threatened me in a text. I think it's the Count. Did you give him my number?" His eyes were wide like he was nervous. "Fuck! He said he'll kill me! Holy crap! What do I do? Should I beg? I should beg for forgiveness!" She shook her head and went into her office. She didn't want to get involved with those two nobles who both seemed weird. She just focused on making a cake until she got a message from an unknown number.

“I didn’t realize we were being scored. How many do I have?” “It’s not a real thing.” I laughed slightly. “When we were kids we came up with this silly game. A point system. Whoever has the most by the time we die wins.” “How many do each of you have?” Penn asked curiously. “Three thousand one hundred and thirty-eight.” Zeke said proudly. “Now I have three thousand and ninety-seven.” Posy sighed. “Three thousand two hundred and six.” I grinned. “Two thousand eight hundred and ninety-three.” Cedric stated.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie