Battle Of Blackwater Game Of Thrones の小説・ストーリー

His eyes, which were bright red a few seconds ago turned black, as black as midnight and he hunched his back, preparing for the attack of the golden beast. The shadow that sounded the city disappeared but the sky remained dark, leaving the entire surroundings in darkness. Slowly a full moon crawled out from the dark clouds, the only witness of the bloody battle. Layla slowly raised her head from Riven's back and stared through the golden flames at the scene before her. She shuddered as the smell of burnt flesh and blood filled the air. Roars , growls and snarls echoed all around them as every creature fought to survive.

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

It's either life or death for us now, and the odds are not looking in our favor. Just as I believe my life is over, a flash of black flies by my right, crashing into the two wolves. I watch in astonishment as the large, black wolf tears into the two beasts, ripping and tearing flesh. At first, the two snarl and bark in warning, but are quickly left whimpering and screeching as the black wolf tears them apart. Blood splashes on the walls. Chunks of flesh and fur fall to the floor as the beast makes absolute ribbons out of the wolves. Before long, all that is left of them are two gory mounds of fur, the black wolf panting above them.

When Rowan finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. "Ashrael." The moment the name left his mouth, the Eternal Blood Mark exploded with pain. Evelyn doubled over. The sensation hit harder than anything she had experienced before. Fire raced through every vein. Ancient memories flooded her mind. A battlefield. A black ocean. A sky burning with crimson light. And a single figure standing at the center of it all. Tall. Motionless. Watching entire civilizations crumble around him. The vision vanished almost immediately. But one thing remained.

“They were sane.” The entire hall stilled. “They fought like warriors aware of every strike. One even begged for death, saying he was being called back to the roots. We burned the remains, but the ground beneath them...” she glanced at Lucifer..“it bled blood but not crimson, it was black" Next was Alpha Cade Dauntless Evergreen, of Riverdale Pack, master of water. His presence was calm yet powerful, like the rivers he commanded. “The attacks reached us shortly after the Knight River incident. The rogues came through the mist along our bay. When I drowned one to stop his rampage, the water turned black. It was alive, writhing with something unnatural.”

“Blackwater was just the beginning. She’s shaping the roads. The shrines. The borders.” I lean down one last time, voice low enough that only he can hear. “She miscalculated one thing.” He looks up at me, eyes glassy. “She thought I’d chase her.” The doors close. Silence slams into the room. Ronin exhales slowly. “We lost two at Blackwater,” he says. “Four injured. The breach collapsed when we destroyed the runes, but… it stabilized faster than it should have.” “She wanted to see how we’d respond,” I say. “She got what she needed.”

Joe's voice sounding along with them, as he pushed his men forward through the frey of black armored soldiers, stark against their own glowing silver armour. Ambrose was cutting through men like grass, when he felt a knee trembling flash of terror and fear, deep within him. He paused his fighting, leaving himself exposed, just as a soldier lifted his sword to cut the Lord down. When a slither of metal pierced right through the back of the soldier's neck, gurgling on his own blood, the soldier collapsed - to reveal the bloodied face of Ravyn. The Shadow's eyes, filled with the icy determination of a warrior in battle.

We had our kind sprout throughout the city; we were worshipped, but then, one after the other, they died, leaving me behind. Roaming. Alone. I stood at the corner of the battlefield, invisible to the eyes of the wolf warriors; they fought in their wolf forms; they had put on fire, and it spread wide into the forest, slowly burning deep into the verse land. Blood painted the field. Lifeless bodies, both in wolf and human form were at every corner of the field. The weak ones who had given up on the fight fled for their lives. I have nothing to do with this treacherous, absurd activity; let them end their lives and let their blood be on their heads; let it be painted on their palms and in their

He lunged across the three feet of open space, his massive frame colliding with Lorrie’s, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist and throwing his body over hers as a devastating line of heavy rifle fire shattered the marble floor tiles exactly where she had been standing. Matteo charged up the grand staircase like a rabid hound, his automatic rifle barking as he laid down a wall of suppressive fire. Gabriel Wolfe moved with terrifying, old-world agility, his heavy ebony cane cracking violently against the skulls of two advancing vanguard gunmen, knocking them instantly unconscious into the debris. Smoke. Blinding gunfire. Screams of dying operatives. The historic halls of Blackwood Mano

“Names being thrown around ... Zac’s, RedMoon’s.” I felt my hands grow colder. Zac. The word tasted like ash and old blood. He should be dead...those nights, the fight...but men die messily in our world. His name being used as a banner meant someone was rallying against us. It was never just a whisper; it was a call to arms. “Who’s listening?” I asked. Rowan spread a map on the table with tokens marking territories. “Three small packs on the eastern ridge, and...” He hesitated. “And the Blackwater coalition is asking questions. They’ve got old grudges. They’ve been in the shadows since Zac fell.”