Alexander's Sword の小説・ストーリー

I expected Elektra to imprison him or cast him away from the pack but she did neither. Alexander stayed forty five minutes in my office and then walked away just like that. Why did she leave him go away? She knows that he is the cause for my imprisonment and run out. One is the reason: my daughter is a traitor. But she is going to find soon what happens to those who betray me. First I have to pay a visit to the mountains and speak with the elders. They are too old to know about my imprisonment and my prison break. I need to find out where the holy sword is. I took the path to their mountain. The path was hidden and not easily seen but I knew the mountains like the palm of my hand.

she whispered. I shrugged sheepishly. “We all did. Stacey, Mel and Harry. A little bit of him though. Stacey might’ve gone a little rogue with the glitter, though.” “A little?” Harry barked a laugh from behind us. “Try a whole week’s worth of sleepless nights.” Alexa laughed, freely, openly. I couldn’t stop staring at her. I’d seen her bruised, broken, fighting for her life. And now, she was glowing. My mom hugged her so tight I thought she’d never let go. They shared some words and that was it.

The confidence of a beast that knew it could never be defeated. Then, in a single instant, the heads of the three heirs of the Witch Kingdom were in one place while their bodies were in another. Blood splattered across the ground like a horrifying painting. Everyone stared in shock at what had happened, while Valeria's screams echoed throughout the area. Alexander returned to his human form and looked directly at me "I will cut off the head of every person in the Witch Kingdom, whether man, woman, or child, if you do not remove this barrier and kneel before me."

She snapped her fingers twice, and the maids brought her a bowl of water. A mischievous smile crept across her lips. “I, Melissa Brooks, wash my hands of him. I no longer consider Alexander my son until he comes to his senses,” she declared, raising her wet hand in the air. “I cut,” she whispered, the blade of the dagger presented to her slicing through her palm, blood rushing out. It was a tradition to inform the mafia allies that we no longer accept a leader and, if found close to the territory, he or she should be killed.

Alpha Maximus and I approach him, 'Congratulations, Alex,' we say to him. Alex is speechless, staring down at the sweet little bundle. 'So, is it a boy or a girl?' I ask. 'I’m not sure,’ he laughs. He opens the blanket to check. 'It's a boy! It's a boy!' he says happily. We’re so happy for him. Then Doctor Matlin walks over to us, 'I'm so sorry, Alex.' he whispers. 'Don't you mean congratulations?' Alex says with confusion. 'Bella is gone, I'm sorry, but she didn't survive the birth,' he says sadly.

Alexander says with a smirk "Seriously Alexander, will you ever change." "Nup baby, I will never change when it's come to you". The End

The silver bells on his wrists jingled one last, erratic time as his hands fell limp against the sheets. His blue eyes, once filled with arrogant fire, slowly rolled back, losing focus as the world faded into a grey haze. His head slumped to the side, his jaw hanging slack. Even as Sean’s consciousness flickered and died, Alexander didn't stop. He continued his relentless rampage against the Alpha’s limp, unconscious form, determined to leave a mark so deep that Sean would feel it in his soul the moment he woke up. Finally, with one last, guttural growl of triumph, Alexander delivered a final, crushing thrust and let out a dark, ragged breath, collapsing his weight onto the now-dead-weight o

i stump out the room heading for mine. "Alexa! "he calls grabbing my arm again for the third time this night. "Don't touch me! "i scream and slap his hands off mine. "Listen to me... " "No you listen! "i hold up a hand to his face. "i don't ever want to see you again. I don't ever want to hear your voice again, and i don't ever want you butting into my shit again! "I'm breathing hard "the best thing you could do right now, is carry your dusty ass and go home to your sluty gold digging girlfriend !"

All I knew was that there were more dead people as it came. I ducked under a lunging wolf and drove my elbow into its throat. When it staggered I shifted, claws sliding from my fingertips, and slashed across its chest. It went down and another filled the space like a tide. They were not stopping, and something told me that this was just the beginning of what this was going to be. “Alpha!” a warrior shouted, staggering toward me, blood streaking his shoulder. “They’ve broken the northern line! They are getting closer.”

He healed immediately. Ethan might have forgotten who Alexander was. He was a true Alpha. A sword like this wouldn't ever hurt him, and even if it did, it would heal quickly. I wiped my tears when I saw that he had healed. "You are such a coward!" Alexander barked. "You son of a bítch." Ethan retorted. "I won't spare you, Ethan Hemsworth. You signed up for death when you touched even a strand of her hair." Alexander said. I looked at him from his head to his toes. He wore a white leather jacket, and his sword was tucked behind him.