Blade Of Athena の小説・ストーリー

Around him, his team worked in perfect synchrony, the rhythmic beeping of the monitors a constant reminder of the fragile life in their hands. Within minutes, he reached the sternum, the thick, protective bone that shielded the heart and lungs. “Sternal saw," he instructed, and the nurse promptly handed over the buzzing tool. The sharp whir of the rotating blade filled the operating room, slicing through the bone with mechanical efficiency. The sound was harsh, grating, a noise that could easily make an untrained observer uneasy, but in this setting, it was routine. No one flinched, no one hesitated. The team remained steadfast in their roles, each person focused on the intricate dance of sa

she cackled. Side-eyeing her I hissed as I pulled the long blade out of my flesh. “You're a dead bitch, mark my words,” I asserted and tossed the bloody knife onto the straw. “Sure, Athena, whatever you want to believe, goodbye FOREVER and tell your mother hello for me,” she quipped harshly then turned and left me. I cringed hearing the door slam behind her and put pressure on my wound that was soaking the ground where I sat. “Can you fix me, Bria,” I wheezed out to my wolf.

The strings followed next, adding soft, haunting notes. With each beat, the magic around Althea pulsed stronger. The wind blades swirled faster, the water blade glimmered like liquid moonlight, and the flame blade curved through the air like a living ribbon. The ice blade left faint trails of frost that shimmered briefly before vanishing. She moved with perfect control, her expression serene, completely lost in the flow of it. Every motion was fluid, yet carried a strength that made even the most seasoned warriors stare in awe.

‘Our beta is the best. She is so strong!’. She moves her defense up, as my dad now starts to rain blows on her. It looks brutal to see such a huge man raining blows on a woman. Even if it is Athena, who I know can take a punch. She is the strongest woman I have ever known. He is raining blow after blow, while Athena continues to dodge and protect her vital points. She should never have let him come this close though. He is brutal up close. And he isn’t going to relent.

I look up in to his violet eyes and I gulp. “300,” I say and Asteria whimpers. “Where there innocents amongst them?” Athena asks and I bite my bottom lip and nod my head. She gasps as her eyes turn white. She raises her hand into the sky and lightning strikes her and she is now wearing a white robe complete with silver armour and a sword in her hand. “They took children? They will hurt innocents to get to her. You watched and allowed it to happen. You are no better than them.” She points her flaming sword at me and I look away.

Not while our Alpha's mate was still breathing, would we retire softly into the night. Each blow in the fight was a frantic attempt to survive against an opponent who appeared to be beyond the laws of nature. But Athena's blade, singing as it smashed against demonic flesh, was a lighthouse in the midst of hell. From Sienna's point of view, I watched with twisted pleasure as my creatures ripped through Sebastian's pack like a hot knife through butter. The idiot had played into my hands, his conceit oblivious to the full scope of my influence. And now I was enjoying his agony as he hung suspended inside my barrier, his life essence gradually evaporating. This wonderful moment of retaliation wa

I cleared the first 50 meters, taking a rough corner that snagged my shirt just a bit when I saw a flash of something move. Getting into a kneeling position I let my fingers release the small throwing dagger from the pocket of my pants. I gripped it ready to fly it to my target when suddenly my dominant arm was ripped down by a German Shephard. The vicious beast shook me with all his might and caused me to fall backward. I felt it's teeth sank into my flesh and I groaned in both pain and frustration. I wasn't expecting this to be a part of the hunt tonight.

“And you just stood there and watched her bleed? Since when did you become such a monster who doesn’t care about others?” My mother took Athena in her hands and lifted her up the ground, it was not a shock seeing as she was one of the best fighters the pack has ever produced over the years. She was still just as strong as she was years ago. Athena had fallen unconscious and my mother’s personal maid was sent to summon the pack doctor.

Athena seems to be of the opinion we’re not safe yet, so it follows me. “This baby girl is no ‘thing’, and you tried to kill her without cause or question. You are wrong on all accounts, which you would know if you had listened with an open mind, instead of acting with malice.” I say as I keep walking. “Oh, and her name is Athena and she is awfully powerful, so sorry to disappoint but we are no way near dead.” I look at Blake who has stopped fighting our ranked males, and smile. He quickly disentangled himself from the others and walked straight to the amethyst wall in front of me and his daughter. He puts a hand on it, and as if Athena recognizes her father, it flows through. Blake walks in

Topaz eyes watch me with hesitation as Athena and I circle each other slowly, the plastic mat beneath our feet crunching under each slow step we take. I twist my hands around my staff, tightening my grip as I assess Athena’s poor hand positioning. Quickly I strike to the right, and although her body language is tense with apprehension, she successfully blocks my strike, the sound of our two weapons colliding resounding around the room. Without pausing I strike to the left, but she quickly manages to block me again. She has better reflexes than she thinks, but she doubts herself. She’s so focused on anticipating pain and being overpowered that it’s keeping her on the defensive.