Black Smoke Monster の小説・ストーリー

Then, flashing a grin of bloodlust, he once again reached deep into my pants in the next instant. I screamed, unable to stand the pain—he was going to tear through me soon, and I was contracting by instinct. Blood had already soaked my pants and was splashing down my thigh. That was when several shrill hisses rang beside my ears. Those black monsters from before were climbing up the hull and slowly making their way towards me, only for Dicken’s tail to swipe at them, sweeping them into the fire I had made. He growled, seemingly to warn them away, looking just like a demon from the oceanic abyss as his black pupils reflected the rising flame.

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

He gained on me as I backed up on the large tree,I tried getting to my feet but the excruciating pain in my ribs made it hard . Coming head to head with me ,he stops I couldn't believe my eyes there was no one a black mist that was impossible I blinked hoping I was dreaming Suddenly he blows up in a cloud of pitch black smoke then am pulled to the darkness

​I hold the black leaf over the fire. ​It doesn't burn like normal foliage. It immediately begins to melt, hissing and popping as a thick, dark smoke spirals upward. The smell is atrocious—like burning hair and rotting meat. ​I inhale the smoke deeply, choking on the vile magic. My eyes roll back in my head, the marble bathroom fading away.

"Kael, could the Healer be wrong? The life force of our pup felt so strong the last few times we checked." Kael sighed heavily, his eyes rimmed with red. "Some curses only reveal themselves as the pup grows." He handed me the diagnosis, pointing at the twisted black veins on the parchment. "Look here. The pup's wolf soul fluctuates wildly. There are signs of silver toxicity backlash. In this condition, even if the pup is born, it will die from the pain of its first shift." His voice choked, and the hand holding the paper shook. He looked like he was in agony.

The water began to ripple and then projected images that made me gasp in horror. I saw smoke rising above the human cities. I saw forests ablaze, entire herds being wiped out by men in dark armor wielding weapons that spewed black fire. I saw Maxon’s face, contorted into a sociopathic grin, holding an artifact that pulsed with ancient magic. And I saw blood—entire rivers of blood. “What is that?" I asked in horror.

Chapter 22: Solo Boss Fight The big black monster smashed into the concrete path with a loud crash that shook the whole wall beneath my feet. The concrete broke under its weight sending small gray rocks bouncing over the edge. Up Close, the monster was really scary. It was over nine feet tall with muscles that looked like wet leather in the dim morning light. It smelled like metal and rotting wood. It did not have hands; its long arms ended in thick curved bones that looked sharp enough to cut through a car engine. Its chest moved as it breathed, blowing a bad smell right into my face.

Mike replied in an abusive manner. "Am sorry for Mike's behavior towards you sir inspector. Actually I didn't tell you why I called you here. Well.. you remember when I told you that demons and witches exit and you never believed me?"Mr Smith started. He was right, it was a good idea to explain things to the inspector before anything else because some of them had no idea about demons and witches. "Yes. I still remember. But why are you reminding me this?"he asked confused. "Ahhh.. you see this case is related to demons."

Julian lost his breath. And the last thing he saw was... ...red. *** AWOOOOOOOOO! Its fur was the black of the midnight sky, and its eyes burned like coals. A wolf, bigger than a stallion, towering over with a fearsome presence. The black wolf was more than just a Lycan; it was a mage, harnessing the power of fire in its fury. Its rage was palpable, a seething tempest that surrounded it like a cloak. Flames leaped from its jaws and flickered in its eyes as the monster unleashed its fiery spells upon anything that crossed its path.