Blood Eagle Torture の小説・ストーリー

Shadowblade screamed as he covered his eyes. The eagle swooped down and tore a large chunk of flesh from Shadowblade's chest. At the same time, he let out a roar and punched the eagle in the stomach. The eagle screeched in pain and tumbled to the ground, its feathers scattering all over the place as it fell. It tried to take off again upon landing but failed. After a brief moment of blindness, Shadowblade stood up again and coldly said, "No amount of tricks will stop me from killing all of you today. Time to say goodbye. End of the line!”

Tyr yelled. Finally, Tyr stepped on Eagleman’s chest, breaking all six of his ribs and bursting his chest cavity. A large mouthful of blood gushed out from Eagleman’s mouth. The old man passed out on the spot. Tyr turned around and looked at the dumbfounded Bobby and his group, then let out a smile. His smile gave Bobby and the rest the creeps. Could this man still be considered a f*cking human being? The Hansen family’s super warrior, Eagleman, couldn’t even last a move before him and was crushed right away.

Nigel was conscious, his eyes widened in surprise seeing of what might Sara was actually capable of. Hope shined in his young eyes. Ten fuming blows struck the eagle. It used its beak to block most of the attacks, the other ones landed on its body, they could only make some of its feathers fall. The eagle suffered no damage at all, no matter how much the toxic smoke tried to consume its skin, it wasn't able to wound the beast. However, one of Sara's attacks didn't aim for the creature but rather to its prey! Nigel's expression froze when Sara cut off his right arm and hurriedly seized it.

“Slowly... let her feel each moment.” Nadine and I stood by, observing Ravena's torment. After her fingernails were completely removed, leaving her fingers bleeding and mangled, her breathing became labored, a testament to the intense pain she endured. Nadine, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of fascination and horror, attempted to interpret Ravena's desperate expressions. "Alex, it's as if she's glaring at us, silently begging, 'Stop this torture, ask me anything about Eclipse, I'll tell you everything. Just please, end this agony.'" She mimicked Ravena's pained grimace, trying to convey the unspeakable suffering visible in her eyes.

The eagles, overhead, swooped down low, and began to attack us with their beaks. Scarlet tried not to scream, and I suspected it was because she didn't want me to worry, but I ended up worrying. Each time, she winced, and let out a pained yelp, I felt bad for her. “Damn! They're too much!” She screamed, and a number of eagles suddenly held on to her clothes, hair, and arms with their legs, and began to lift her into the air. She screamed loudly. “Scarlet!” I called sharply.

Freya screamed, crying painfully as she hugs the deceased body. *** Game's screams filled the torture room, as hot rubber metal was used on him. He was stacked naked and the droplets of hot rubber wax kept dropping on his bare skin. He already had sores all over and it was as if he was already in hell, paying for his sins. Axton entered the torture room and throws the head of Jailbird and a transparent Nylon containing Ambrosia's body particles at him.

Like magic, everyone hit the deck, pinned and powerless. They were no match for him, just regular Joes out of their league. "Lord of War level's titan!" Even Eagle, a Grandmaster warlock himself, recognized the move. However, the moment he opened his mouth, he wished he had not. With a swift motion, the scorpion's tail struck, and Eagle's scream echoed as pain engulfed him. Eagle struggled fiercely, his cries piercing the air as the bindings on his lower body were ripped open. It was an insult to injury!

My heart pounded in my chest as he demanded to know the whereabouts of Blake. Fear consumed me, and I stammered, insisting I had no knowledge of Blake's location. In an act of cruel retribution, Alpha Eduardo ordered his rogues to torture me. A hot iron materialized, poised to sear my flesh. Agonized screams tore from my throat, my body convulsing with pain. The scent of burning flesh filled the air, and I teetered on the precipice of transforming into my Wolf form.

"I wanted to make sure you were safe. The woods can be tricky." The "sweet” moment was shattered by a sudden, high-pitched scream from inside the cottage. It wasn't a playful scream, It was a sound of pure, agonizing pain. "Caleb!" I yelled, spinning around. We ran inside to find Caleb collapsed on the living room rug. He had dropped the wooden eagle, and his small body was shaking. His skin was turning a terrifying shade of grey, and his breath was coming in gasps. "Caleb! Baby, talk to me!" I knelt beside him, my hands flying over his pulse points. His heart was racing too fast for a human, even too fast for a wolf.

Silver blades had carved me into pieces, and I couldn't look away. Ethan stood over the body, his jaw locked tight. "What do we know about the victim?" His voice came out strained. Beta Elder Hugo Stark rubbed his temples. "A young female. Dead for over forty-eight hours. The body's too damaged—we can't pick up her scent. We'll need at least two days to identify her." He paused, his face gray. "There's more. She was tortured before she died. The killer used silver blades to sever her limbs while she was still alive and stopped her from shifting to escape. We also found traces of dark ritual magic. Her wolf spirit was forcibly ripped apart."