Armada の小説・ストーリー

That almost made Adryan reach over to the man, and rip his throat out with his bare hands instead be leaned over to where Alpha Connor sat, his face a cold canvas to the eyes. "Listen here you sleazy bastard, this is my pack and in my pack, adultery with mated she wolves is considered a crime. By all means do what ever the hell you want to, but don't think for a second that I wouldn't hesitate to declare a war among our packs" Adryan pauses, with a devious smile on his face "and we all know whose gonna win it anyways." He pats Alpha Connor's shoulder, pretending to brush away imaginary dust from his jacket.

The rest of the dinner was the usual with the whole family being merry. Serena lay in bed as she thought how her brother is soon going to be passed on the duty of the beta. Damon is 22 and the gamma’s son is 23 but both of them have had to wait till her brother’s best friend, the alpha’s son Vante is 22, his birthday is in a month. They waited because in our pack the ceremony is held only after all three of them, three of them referring to the people taking the position of Alpha, Beta and Gamma are of age that is 22. And soon she was drifting off to dreamland.

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

After staying with them in the sea for 2 years, he made a tyrannical name for himself. During his stay, he broke his limits twice to become a 3rd rank high-grade warrior. His tyranny made him become known as Adam, the conqueror of the fleets, as he helped expand the fleet by helping to sabotage other fleet ships. He proved his prowess countless times in battle, quickly earning himself another nickname, “The Terror of the High Seas.” From the initial fleet of 3 ships, they increased to 15 ships through his help. He later became the 2nd in command. He couldn’t become the leader of the fleet as he didn’t belong to the country, that was his only limitation.

000 soldier Distributed in an orderly fashion, the archers placed on the walls, the armored units are ready in front of the gates and the riders behind them. The leader of this fortress is ADAM the former king of EDEN and the strongest knight ever passed on this continent ,there are some rumors say that ADAM is near to the level of heroes from the ancient era. ADAM is tall muscular man with black long hair he is a left hand user and his weapon is the big violet naginata this weapon is also one of the strongest seven weapon in this continent and he is the weapon of the halfs hero. AHMET sent a messenger to ADAM, he wanted to talk with him for the last time.

Videl.. The crossing felt like driving into the mouth of a storm that refused to break. The amphibious Breakers—low-profile, heavy-armored vessels designed for stealth—cut through the black water of the channel with a predatory hum. Inside the lead vehicle, the air was pressurized and silent, save for the rhythmic clicking of Oliver’s keyboard. For thirteen years, this stretch of ocean had been a graveyard. The energy field used to scramble navigation systems and shut down engines, leaving anyone who tried to cross to drown in the dark.

“He won’t put his sister in harm’s way.” Omen cleared his throat and Jake turned to look at him. “When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?”

The air is frigid, kept super-cooled for the servers humming behind a glass wall, and the air is redolent with the smell of espresso. I stand next to Dominik, my arms crossed over my cashmere sweater, watching the digital map of New York City on the main screen, where red dots are blinking. "Team Alpha is in position at the docks," Enzo’s voice crackles over the comms system. "Team Bravo has secured the warehouse in Queens." Dominik leans forward, placing his hands on the glowing table. He looks like a general. He looks like a god of war deciding which civilization to erase. "Wait for my signal," he commands. "We hit them all at once. I want the Armando infrastructure wiped out, not just bru

It wasn't the natural rhythm of the tide; it was the restless, deadly movement of two armies converging. Domenico's flagship, the Il Padrino, was flanked by four sleek Italian missile boats, their decks teeming with men in tactical gear. Their formation was aggressive, protective, designed to hold off any external interference. Off their starboard, the Russian vessels—our silent, heavy destroyers—maintained a wider, more strategic perimeter. We had brought enough firepower to flatten Paros, but the objective was surgical, not total war. The scale of the war was immense, but the target was tiny: a single, desperate man and the tunnel he was using to run.

"He has my blood to try to create more hunters, and as we speak, he marches into the North." There was a long pause after Orion finished before Aleksandr and his general shared a look. "First, I don't see how you losing your title as Alpha of the North is any of my concern, Orion, and second, if Dr West and his damned creatures march into the North, then I'm sure the legions will have victory with or without your help," he said, and Orion clenched his teeth in anger. He expected this, but goddess, it didn't make him any less angry.