Artemis Fowl Captain Holly Short の小説・ストーリー

NOELLE'S POV, The next couple of days consist mainly of magic training with magister Ember. I can now produce storms and master wind, water, snow, and ice magic. I also spend some time looking at Holly training the warriors of the Sky Realm. The angel warriors are like one machine working together. Their movements go in sync at the same time, and they are all extremely skilled in combat. Combine that with the ability to fly and you have a deadly army. Holly told me they have been trained since they were 6 years old which is why they are so impressive. The warriors seem to have great respect for Holly so I wonder how good of a warrior she must be.

"This is my friend Liv. Liv, this is Holly. She baked the cakes you saw. Holly is feeling a little unwell right now, I hope you won't mind taking a look at her?" "No! Not at all. By the way your cakes look and taste amazing." Liv said as she came closer to Holly. Holly smiled and muttered a thank you. She had much bigger problems than that but she had to be courteous. She couldn't wait for the nurse Liv to at least give her an inkling of what was happening to her. "Hello Holly. How old are you?" "Uhm, I'm twenty seven." "I hope you don't mind me being here? I can leave if you want." Elenora asked and Holly shook her head quickly.

But he’s never been able to keep his cool when Alisa gets involved. “Gladly.” Alisa sat up on the bed so suddenly, Holly was dislodged from her perch and tumbled into her lap. Jester expected her to yelp in surprise at the unfamiliar creature suddenly cuddling up to her, but the actress held Holly the way you would a fluffy pillow, and Holly gave her master a look that clearly showed she was on Alisa’s side on this one. Told you she’s gonna hate you, Master, Holly told him unsympathetically.

she said, sniffing. “What the fuck that smell,” she continued, wiggling her nose. Don’t get hard right now Slade. Fucking Christ, please don’t. How could I not with her hands on me? Granted she was wearing purple gloves but still. Her cute little nose, she’s so expressive. When she speaks she does it with her whole face. Holly Anderson. My Holly. She was my Holly for nearly ten years. More than a third of my life. “It’s uhm, pond water,” I mumbled.

Holly is the only one who smiles and waves at us while the others just mumble greetings. Karma is a huge guy, and looks like the typical hacker, while Aspen is more of the nerdy guy, always pushing his glasses up his nose. Holly seems to be a skater girl, but she has pink clips in her hair, with flowers on it, so I might got a bit thrown off. “Hey,” Arawn says and I flash them a smile, waving back at them. “This is my team,” Michelangelo says proudly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Holly peppered the leaders in the room with questions. “Holly, one question at a time. You need to re…” Clarence started to speak, but Holly cut him off. “Say the word relax to me, Clarence Donald Folsom and I’ll fly home and kick your ass.” Holly pointed her finger at the monitor with narrowed eyes on her cousin.

But she was also a social butterfly, flitting from one clique to the next, super-friendly with everyone but never settling down for long. It wasn't a huge surprise when Holly came through the gate just after Sam and Zofi. Her hair was bright blue now, like neon blue all over. She came over to me, gave me a pixie kiss on the cheek, and greeted me with a "Long time no see, Matty" in a tone that suggested it actually pained her to have been separated from me for the past three months. Five minutes later, the three new arrivals emerged from the house wearing skimpy bikinis that drew my attention away from the backrub I had been giving Naimh. Alice had arrived already wearing her swimsuit under h

Uncle Liam stands and Holly begins to flutter like the sprites do when they are around large werewolves, Alphas in particular. “Oh, oh…hello Sir Alpha Liam,” I grab the tray of cookies before she drops it. I notice she’s brought a few glasses of milk as well to wash them down. “Holly, it’s very nice to meet you. I believe you assisted my daughter in getting ready for her acting Luna ceremony, is that right?” If sprites fainted, Holly would be on the floor. “Oh, did Lady Luna Malin mention me? It wasn’t just me. I had help.”

She screamed, her voice shrill and desperate: “—HELP! Someone help! Evelyn’s trying to kill me! She already hurt Sid, and now she wants me dead too! Help!” Footsteps pounded from the hallway, and within seconds, guards appeared, followed closely by Elder Shelton and Beta Frank. “What’s going on here?” Frank barked. Then his eyes landed on Holly’s outfit, and his jaw dropped. “What the hell are you wearing?” Holly’s face turned beet red as she scrambled to cover herself. “What are you two doing here?” I hid my wolf fangs and sneered, “I called them. You put up a great act so I have to find you some audience. Don’t you agree?”

Luca Coach Harrelson didn’t sit. He stood at the head of the boathouse’s single scarred table, arms crossed, looking at all four of them Luca, Isabella, Marco, and Trent, whose phone he’d confiscated with a single unbothered hand like a man deciding how much truth a room could survive at once. “I’ve known about Holloway for two weeks,” he said. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t have proof, and because the second this becomes public, it stops being about protecting Marco and starts being a war between two athletic programs with lawyers involved.”