Blade Of Athena の小説・ストーリー

"Athena was scared and speechless as she watches Luka's blade directly on her neck. Ardolf's heart pounded with a ferocity that mirrored the raging storm outside. His eyes were locked onto the sight before him—Luka, a figure from his past, now held Athena captive, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he brandished a glinting blade against her delicate throat. Ardolf's mind whirled back through the chapters of his life, the memories of his moments with Athena etched in vivid detail. He remembered their first meeting, the way her laughter had cut through his darkness like a ray of sunshine. She had been his guiding light, standing steadfast by his side as he fought to regain his rightful posit

He had stripped off his ruined, blood-soaked hoodie, leaving him in just a tight black undershirt. Standing directly between his spread knees, Athena uncapped a brown bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Her hands were still trembling slightly. "You're sure he didn't grab you?" Jeremiah asked again, his voice dropping into a low, rough whisper. "Jeremiah, stop asking me that," Athena breathed, soaking a cotton pad with the chemical. "I'm fine. You're the one who just took a hunting knife for us." "I couldn't just let him hurt you." "I know," Athena whispered, her throat tightening painfully. "This is going to sting. Hold still."

She pushed Ina, which made her fall to the floor. Ina was stunned. She couldn’t believe that Athena would push her instead of begging for her life. While Ina was on the floor, Athena turned around and acted like she was fixing the bed because she knew that once Ina comes back to her senses, Ina will attack her, so she took the pocket knife under the pillow. ‘Hang in there, my baby. I will do my best to protect you.’ “You, Bitch! I will kill you!” Ina yelled as she stood up and was about to attack her. But Athena’s reflexes were faster. She turned around and slashed Ina’s face, which had her writhing in pain.

Well, perhaps after Ares, he hasn’t earned the title ‘God of War’ for no reason. My gaze returns to the fight just in time to see the intimidating Goddess Athena fly into the fray. I recognise her from seeing her at the dinner parties that Zeus regularly holds. I see she has no loyalty. But she is battle ready—her silver moulded chest plate, arm, and wrist cuffs glinting under the hot sun. She lands at a run on the clouds, and unsheathes her huge sword as she moves, pointing it at the sky. Above her, the sun seems to draw closer, which is obviously impossible. Still, it looks like its pale rays are growing stronger, their heat intensifying until it feels like prickles on my skin, and my reti

Athena stood tall, her sword at the ready. The infected Lucas charged towards her, his eyes fixed on her with an unnerving intensity. She dodged his initial attack with ease, her movements fluid and graceful. "Lucas, snap out of it!" she shouted, her voice piercing through the darkness. "Fight the infection, not me!" Lucas's response was a snarl, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. Athena parried each blow with skill, her own sword flashing in the moonlight.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

A dull ache resonated through my chest, leaving a strange empty feeling behind as I accepted Eli’s hand, and allowed him to pull me through the circle. I still couldn’t feel Athena, but I no longer felt blocked from my magic. Scanning Elbrus, I noticed a slim blade at his hip, about eight inches long, and another in the top of his boot. He was dressed in fighting leathers, pants and a vest that laced up in the front, and boots that came up to his knees. Padding after him in my bare feet, I tested my magic, willing the knife in his boot to lift slightly from its sheath.

But Athena recovered fast, ramming her shoulder into Freya’s stomach and knocking her back again. Freya kicked her off and stood, panting, blood trickling from a scrape on her lip. Athena charged again. This time, Freya was ready. She ducked, grabbed Athena’s arm, and flipped her over her back. But Athena was stronger than she remembered. She landed and sprang up immediately, claws out. She slashed Freya’s shoulder, tearing skin. Freya cried out but didn’t fall. She spun, elbowing Athena in the face. The sound of the impact cracked through the air.

Like the moment before a held breath finally releases. Kael lowered his blade slowly. The silver edge still glowed, responding to something beyond the threshold. He could feel it pulling at him, not aggressively, but insistently. Like a hand reaching out in the dark. "Don't move," Aion warned. "I'm not moving." "Your blade is." Kael looked down. The silver sword was trembling in his grip. Not violently. Almost gently. As if it recognized something on the other side. Rhydian stepped closer, golden blade drawn. "Mine too."