Astrid Hiccup 소설 & 이야기

That man with thick skin and a reptile tongue announced. Astrid had no idea what he was talking about or where he came out of the blue. It made no sense to her, and who was this man? He was definitely not in his true shape, but he appeared to have assumed this appearance in order to intimidate her. He snapped his fingers, and the cage slid open. Astrid was taken aback when she saw this. "I prefer to hunt my prey, so I want you to run" he said. Astrid wanted to try to escape. What if luck is on her side, and she ends up waking up? She was not a fool to sit there and die in her sleep. She had calculated the worst that might happen to her, and she would die regardless without even attempting to

Signed, sealed, delivered. My relief lasts about half a second—until the very person I’m trying to avoid slides out of the oversized SUV Edric arrived in. Of course. Astrid always makes sure every inch of her is on display. This time it’s leather—tight, gleaming, hugging every curve. She glides over on impossibly high heels, her face painted in insult and outrage. “How dare you,” she snarls, storming toward me. “You fucking bastard.” “Don’t interrupt,” Edric snaps, spinning on her. “You kept vital information regarding this situation to yourself. We’ll have to discuss that.”

Astrid begged, tears streaking down her face as the doctor nodded and took notes rather calmly. “Okay, Ms…?” The doctor looked at her with raised brows, asking for her name. “Astrid,” she was quick to answer and go back to Selene’s condition. “She was in her room right after lunch and I heard her scream out for me. There was just so much blood. I need to know that she’ll be fine. Her baby, too.” “And what exactly did she have for lunch?” “Chicken parmesan. I made it, and she told me she doesn’t have any allergies she knows about. I just—”

“I guess he’s waiting for the gala. But he put Zara to sleep with the Oak Ridden Root. Oh, and he has a daughter. Lucia. Turns out, Lucia and Storm are mates.” “No way!” Astrid said. I giggled. For a moment, it felt like we were just old friends gossiping. It was nice. I filled her in on some of the weird stuff that had happened – Adrian breastfeeding, Storm’s crazy outfits, our plan with the black rocks. We chatted easily, almost as though Astrid wasn’t in a cage dressed like a ballerina and there wasn’t a war back at home with our packs. But then a voice interrupted us.

The kind that looks sweet but will fucking eat you alive. “Hi!” Astrid greets cheerfully, extending a hand to Gray first. He takes it, shakes it, and she moves down the line to Jax. The next thing I know, I’m looking down at a slim hand held out in front of my chest. I look up, and I immediately wish I hadn’t. Those big, dark eyes of hers threaten to pull me into their depths. She’s standing right in front of me now, and her scent hits my nose- sweet, with hints of cinnamon, peaches, and something else that reminds me of a springtime storm or fresh morning dew on the grass. Frustratingly delicious.

I repeated, commanding her to breathe. Astrid looked at me, her eyes red with tears and her arms trembling like she was having a seizure. She wasn’t having a seizure. She was having a panic attack. It was fear that was consuming her, constricting her chest, her muscles tightening, making her unable to breathe. Something had triggered her, making her body react like this. I looked around, wondering what could have possibly triggered her when my gaze drifted to the staircase and the looming height near us. It’s PTSD. Astrid has suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, which she wasn’t aware of.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

Chests heaving and tempers burning. “ her?” Chad broke the silence as his eyes met Uche’s. He squinted his eyes in suspicion, he knew his friend. “ What are you not telling us Uche?” Uche swallowed hard looked at Maggie, then turned back to Chad and then forced himself to stand erect, grunting of pain in the process. "Chinny is the Fisheye.” he said as he moved closer to Chad and their faces aligned. Both chests rising and falling heavily with their breathing. In their silence they knew what it meant.

The one's tasked with royal duties, the kind of duties no one ever talked about or lived to tell the tale. The man turned to look at me. His hair was dark brown, and his face and bronzed skin were littered with scars. The woman was equally as tall. Her blonde hair was braided and pulled back like many of the warriors did when going into battle. She had a scar above her brow, and her ivory skin was covered in scars similar to the man. "I am Hercules, and this is Astrid." Both Damon and I exchanged a look before nodding. "Where is the prisoner?" Damon asked.

She laughs. "So, that explains why she rolls in her bed and even kicked her quilt. She even shrieks, for Pete's sake! She looks like an idiot earlier. Really." She said why still laughing her ass out. So, that's how Hira reacts after, eh? But I gulp as she abruptly stops laughing and looks at me. "But then, you still have to leave." She said in her serious tone. Being irascible is in their genes, eh? "Lady Audra, I'm sorry about Adhira. It's really not my int—" I won't be able to finish my sentence when Lady Audra laughs once again. Is she crazy?