Allen Walker D Gray Man 소설 & 이야기

You remember those? Blowing out a breath, he stuck out his hand. “Hi, sir. We haven’t met yet, which is a mistake I’m here to rectify. Pierce Walker.” The instant he spoke his name, the preacher’s face closed up. The man eyed him from the collar of his leather jacket to the tattoos peeking above the buttons of his shirt and down to the hard tips of his combat boots. Fuck. The suit that had gotten ruined last night would have gone over far better.

As he did, he lashed out with a kick, not at the creature's body, but at its leg. His boot connected with a solid, metallic thud. It was like kicking a steel girder. A jolt of pain shot up his leg, but the Grey Man didn't even flinch. It simply reset its stance, its programming recalculating. These things weren't just armored; they were cybernetically augmented, their skeletons reinforced with some unknown alloy. The second Grey Man attacked from the flank, its hand shaped into a rigid spear, aimed at Jack’s already injured ribs. It was a classic pincer movement. They weren't trying to outfight him; they were herding him. Herding him into the sniper's kill-zone.

I had to have only been teen feet away from the fight, and my eyes flickered from human to werewolf, trying to take everything in. There weren't many Hunter's left, many of them littered the ground like bloody rag dolls. What seemed most prominent were the rogues. Rogues naturally smelled putrid and looked much dirtier and shaggier than those who belong to a pack. My eyes locked on one wolf in particular and I knew without a doubt it was Killian. Killian's wolf was easily the biggest one I had ever seen. It's fur was a pure silver color, the same shade as his piercing eyes.

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"Kill them all!" "No." The word traveled to them on a whisper, and a puzzled glance at Gavin showed his pack mate just as confused. A flurry of movement made Wyatt's jaw drop, and Parker's heart swell in pride, even as his feet moved to bring him closer to help. Jaxon, the strain on his face evident, sprang up from his crouch and half shifted, a true wolf man like Hollywood had never imagined. "Down, dog!" Roderick bellowed.

A huge man who looks like Darak (A wrestler and actor, you can see him at Fast and Furious) come to us. "Lady Adellee, this is Second Beta Connor or in your pack is the third in command or Gamma. He's in-charge for the pack training." Jaxson said. "It's nice meeting you Lady Adellee. I heard that you're a warrior in your pack. I can't wait to see you train with us." Connor said. He's just wearing a sport short, his full huge glory body is on display. Oh dear Goddess, I'm not aware that there's a lot of perfect sculptures in this pack. My virgin eyes is hurting.

The hunter, a lanky boy with brown locks and big brown eyes shook his head and they continued to the side of the building where they promptly disappeared. A small, almost fond smile curved the woman's lips as she watched the brown haired hunter disappear within the walls of the building. Grayson Callahan. He was neither human, witch nor vampire, but had traits from all three races. Grayson Callahan was simply one of a kind. And he would certainly make a proper rook. In her new world, he would be the perfect soldier. But it was not time to utilize him just yet. Swiftly, she turned the corner before the building, walking down Gouloi street. Today was not her day with the hunter who was no long

Standing beside them were two men, inconspicuous and silent, their faces unreadable as they stood off to the side. At the center of the conference room sat a tall and imposing man—Damon Greyson, a core figure in the Dragon Gang. Standing at around 188 cm, his muscular frame was clad in a dark suit, which gave him an air of authority and solemnity. His sharp features and piercing eyes often sent a chill down one’s spine, making it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with. The moment Damon entered the room, the atmosphere thickened with an undeniable sense of tension and gravitas.

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.