Blade Marvel Wesley Snipes の小説・ストーリー

Gwyneth replied, subtly flexing her wrist, feeling her dormant muscles awaken as if anticipating a potential need for action. Immersed in his fantasies, Wesley did not notice the impending danger and continued to speak. "I have this strong premonition that your former hubby might actually become a real hubby after a while." The moment Wesley finished speaking, he felt a chilling wind approaching. By the time he realized it, it was too late. "Ah, boss, I was wrong; please forgive me!" Wesley cried, covering his head as Gwyneth's blows rained down on him like a hailstorm, a look of misery on his face.

A sharp, resounding clang between metals was heard. The black dagger clashed against the three-feet-sword once more. However, the black light did not dismantle the silvery sword light this time. Instead, the black light enveloped it like a maggot latching onto a bone! Wesley’s expression contorted uglily at the sight, and he immediately activated his true strength to shatter the black light that spiraled upward the sword like vines. Unlucky for him, Wesley still underestimated Fane’s attack. Although he used his true strength to shatter most of the black light, a fraction of the dark-colored light conquered the sword and crawled onto his arm.

But it was a long, long time before all this chaos happened. “His name is Aiden, he is one of the best snipers from the training camp in US, and has had a lot of experience doing risky jobs. Last night a container truck hit them on purpose on their way home, then they were almost killed by a bomb being carried by a boy. Why is this matter getting more complicated, Al?” asked Luca in frustration.

Ironically made with the same materials and magic Selene's katana was made from, plus the enchantment specially performed by a great wizard friend of theirs. He remembers that dagger from the last time they had this same encounter. It's easy to say that most of the time, vampires and werewolves will heal easily and will not be left with scars; but the last time they fought, Blake had cut him across his shoulder with that same dagger, and he still had a great scar to remember him by. He slowly grabs the katana, taking advantage that everyone has their eyes on both Blake and Selene. But Tyler stops him, making him drop it on the ground.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Leah lowered her gaze, blinked at his stunned expression, hooked her lip, and then uttered three words. "Are you blind?" Wesley: ... ??? What?! When he snapped out of it, it felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe. Damn! She actually called him blind?! Director Brand gave a reminder, "Wesley, Leah, are you ready? Let's start shooting as soon as you're ready." Leah nodded, "Ready." "Yeah, I'm good too." Suppressing his anger, Wesley also responded. He adjusted his mindset, pushing aside the chaotic thoughts and immersing himself in the character the male lead encounters.

With tears and blood in his eyes, Wesley lunged at Jameson like an angered lion. Wesley acted so fast that none of Jameson's underlings could react in time. However, these underlings were professionally trained. They shouldn't have been this slow to react—including Carl. They had been careless! They never expected someone so tortured to have such power! Jameson didn't react in time, and the wine glass in his hand fell. In the next instant, he shrieked. Wesley's eyes were bloodshot as he fiercely bit Jameson's left ear.