Atlantis: The Lost Empire Commander Rourke の小説・ストーリー

Sweetly I slowly turned around and began to lower to a kneeling position only to swipe out my leg knocking him off balance before standing back up with my foot on the alpha’s throat slowly pressing downwards. "Lastly, I. CANNOT. BE. COMMANDED." I growled, although I still did not have my wolf, I could still sound the part. " for those who want to rely solely on their inherent ability to command rather and gain the trust, loyalty and following of their subordinates then know your audience" I said to the crowd with my foot still pressed to the alpha’s throat. Looking down at him and then back at the crowd I stated, "I am a rogue for all intents and purposes. I do not adhere to commands and thu

Emily never knew her new boss from the human town would be this helpful in times of a great war. “Well, I hope I brought enough.” Atlas Kane shrugged, sounding very arrogant as usual, only by now, Emily didn’t feel irritated with how he talked. She was, in fact, thankful as the weapons and warriors would absolutely help them in the counterattack. She looked at Tyler and Laura, whose eyes filled with hope and excitement. Emily smiled at Atlas Kane, and she patted his arm. “Thank you, boss. This makes me not regret applying for a job in your company,” Emily said.

"Are you with the Atlantis Core?" "The Atlantis Core is a puppet for the Moon " the eyed man said. He looked up at the dome. "We are the Remnant. We are the ones who stayed in the ocean before the Investors arrived. We have been waiting for the Benson DNA to be ready." He looked at June. He touched her forehead. The burns on her hands healed instantly. "The Moon is falling " the eyed man said. "The harvest has failed.. The war for the earth is just starting." The eyed man turned back toward his bone-ship. The thousands of people on the shore were waking up. Their eyes were clear and brown.. They were looking at the green-eyed man with a strange kind of respect.

He was a silent, three-ton monument of fused zinc and carbonized iron sitting beneath the dark salt water of the harbor, holding the continental firewall together by the sheer force of his permanent, unshifting beast-will. "They've officially crossed the northern baseline ridge, Zora," Vance muttered, his voice coming from the deep shadow of an overturned transport flat. He was using a rusted file to smooth down the rough edges of his dead jaw-ports, his eyes reflecting the sharp, cold purple light of the newly formatted glass slate. Without his analytical data-slate, he looked older, his shoulders hunched against the freezing mountain rain. "They aren't sending droids this time, #3. The Eur

At its center, a dark entrance gaped like a mouth. And around it, an army. Rourke's forces had arrived. Hundreds of wolves surrounded the temple—dark shapes against the snow, their golden eyes gleaming in the early light. At their center, a figure stood on a raised platform, his arms spread wide. Rourke. Even from this distance, I could see him. Taller than Ronan, broader, his hair a darker red. His eyes burned like coals as he faced the temple, chanting words I couldn't hear but felt in my bones.

he exclaimed, his voice filled with delight. "We're not just Sirens, Dad," I explained, "we're Vampire/Siren Hybrids with Atlantian DNA. We all are." His eyes grew wide with astonishment, and he took a deep breath, trying to process this revelation. "This brings me great joy." he smiled at Niklaus. "So, you know about the Atlantians?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder. I nodded, smiling. "We do. Let me properly introduce my mates. This is King Abatrose, King of the Meridians."

Had he forgotten my admonishments from the hall? “My name is Alpha Atlas Emmons of the Black Mist pack. I acknowledge the fact that I do know Onyx as well as Elijah Galanis, but as far as my reason for being here, it has now changed somewhat, so I’ll defer to your daughter.” His words surprised me. He sounded so composed. The way he spoke so confidently only deepened the attraction I felt. Although, if I were to be honest, I had now come to enjoy his spontaneous and unorthodox mannerisms as well. A man of many talents…

“What? Are you trying to be the knight in shining armor? That’ll depend on if you’re capable or not. Go ahead. Tell me who you are.” Renault had always been the apple of the Conerys’ eyes. This was the first time someone disrespected him like that. He was instantly furious. His expression darkened, and his lips curled coldly. “Listen closely. I’m Renault Hill. I’m the commander of the Southern Warzone’s Reserve Forces!” Renault’s words immediately gave the children of the Conerys great courage, thus they became snobby again. “Hear that, kid?” They boasted unscrupulously, “He ate with the Southern Warzone Master and the Four Great War Gods before. He has met the Southern Warzone Master, Dax W

Water bucket hovered, dripping prelude to hell. Kenji stood predator still, porcelain sleeves rolled to elbows exposing a dragon tattoo coiled taut, obsidian eyes locked on the traitor with surgical calm. No suit now—just a black shirt clinging to lethal lines, katana sheathed at hip, unnecessary. His hand gripped the hose steadily, accenting gravel-velvet lethal. "OmegaTech. Names. Amounts. Or we continue." Rourke spat blood-flecked defiance, broken nose swelling purple. "Fuck your empire, Sato. Go to hell."

"He's the only reason I'm here." The amber-eyed man stepped into the light. He was massive, his muscles corded like steel cables under skin that seemed too tight for his frame. This was **Commander Valerius**, the Alpha of the Northern Sector. In the 2026 that had been hidden from us, the "Government" had collapsed into a hierarchy of strength. The Aethel-Corp hadn't just been dreaming for the masses; they had been suppressing the **Shift**.