Arknight Tags の小説・ストーリー

Thorne: "Special Client Engagement Team, Inquire for details. Higher compensation." My stomach churned. "Special Client Engagement." That sounded like a whole new level of risk, a deeper dive into the murky world of the club, probably requiring more than just charming smiles and dancing on stage. It felt like stepping into another dark, dangerous part of the club, one just as treacherous, if not more so, as Caden’s arrangement. But the image of that hospital bill, of Mom's tired face, flashed in my mind. I closed my eyes, picturing Jasper's bright smile, Mom's gentle eyes. This was for them.

We cuddled together tried to sing each other lullabies before one of us slept off and the other followed suit. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ 'Seth'. 'Handel'. 'Arman'. 'Isabelle'. 'Orion'. Stephanie'. 'Usher'. 'Maude'. 'Mimi'. 'Zofi'. 'Those are the 10 hunters taking off tomorrow'. 'They will be dropped at the west of the Carpathian mountains'. 'Alina?'. 'Ma'am?'. Alina stood at attention and I wondered if she was a former soldier. 'Make sure to remind the cooks that the hunters who are going for the hunt tomorrow should be fed 'specially''.

"Your shirt. Take it off. I'm going to cut your chest in three stripes so we can leech the poison faster. It will sting li-" Tag had his shirt off and raked his claws over his chest in three long gashes before she could finish her sentence. "Wrap them." Ari smiled as tears filled her eyes. "I'm glad she chose you three." Tag nodded. "I'm glad she chose us, too. Wrap me." Ari leaned forward as the flames from the dragons died down beside us. "It's all gone, Ari," Finn announced. "Good. Get Thane some water. Lemon water. As much as he can stomach." She lifted one rag from the bowl of boiling water. Raised her gaze to Tag's.

Aria. The hallway blurred around me as my eyes locked on the name tag in front of me. Kai Blackthorn. Rank 1. Strength: 10/10. The numbers on the tag felt like a silent warning to anyone who gazed upon it. I had seen other ravens with 6, 7, but no higher. This was the perfect score, this was the highest score. This person was the strongest wolf in all of Ravencrest High. My pulse quickened as I felt a tingling feeling in my right shoulder where I had been bit. It was sharp and intense, different from the usual pain that dulled it.

Liora fucking killed that girl. She killed her and took her jewelry back like she said her mother does...recovering property. Scarlet’s stomach twisted. Her heart rammed against her ribs. "Besides why would an Alpha daughter do dirty tasks for Liora?" “Scar!” Mira suddenly rushed toward her, snapping her out of her spiraling thoughts. “I got a tag for us!” She held up two small tags, silver with bold black numbers on them. Scarlet forced her attention to shift. She inhaled shakily as Mira slapped the tag with the number 7 onto Scarlet’s back.

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.