Bloody Flux Definition の小説・ストーリー

For many cases, this cloud suddenly appeared and can’t be predicted. It just the beginning, few days later a strange creature found. This creature was created by a stream of acids that gathered in one place, people call it Fluxter. People are afraid because they eat humans and animals, so they are considered as a threat and must be destroyed. Government use classic way by military force, but it was considered less effective to defeat them because too much loss either in terms of material or resources.

As impossible as that sounded, I still didn't think that I'd want her daughter to suffer for the sins of her mother. The men came back from talking with the doctor. Lucas walked to my chair, slightly extending his hand over my shoulder. Chris stood beside his daughter's bed and sadly held unto her hands. He might be upset with how everything ended between him and rue, it's also crazy to think that it'll all because of Adam.. " So, what did the doctor say?". I asked them, since no one was willing to talk, I had to open the floor by asking the question... " Oh! Adams blood is a match and they would give the blood to my daughter, Anna".

To play their little game with them. "I'm open to many things. Mentally, emotionally, sexually. Like with art, the medium doesn't matter. Not to me. It's not about labels, but that's how some people categorize it. Polysexual and demisexual are terms people might use for me. But I don't feel tied to them. I'm more fluid than any label could suggest, really. That is why I like to just go with open-minded. Open-minded is a label I can live with." Hawk frowned. "Polysexual? What the hell does that even mean?"

VOLUME ONE: FLUX: Freedom Alex crept down the stark white hallways lit with generic compact florescent lighting. The tile echoed every whisper of her careful, quick movement. A dark line beneath each office door gave away the emptiness of the building. She slowed her elegant stride as a corner approached and pressed her pointed ear to the wall. Alex heard no vibrations and carefully peeked one dark eye around the corner. An empty row of office doors stared back. She continued down three more vacant corridors, exact copies of the previous, as if hallways could be mass produced. Her mental map guided her through the winding maze until she finally faced the door number 1672.

The result made her freeze. Usually, werewolf blood turns a deep red and stabilises, but this time it was different. This sample's colour reacted violently within a second of touching the medium. It sparked with an unnatural golden sheen. Additionally, the automatic sensors on the reaction table lit up, indicating an extremely high energy intensity.

It’s a slaughterhouse, to put it mildly. I have to fight myself to focus as I stroll through the rooms. Caked blood stains the floors and walls, and I smother that part of me who hates myself for letting this be. The idea of making a living from trading the blood of your kind to monsters is abhorrent. But some would do anything to make quick cash, regardless of the amount of blood drenching their hands.

Trembling and bleeding profusely, Aaric stood leaning against the car that had been hit by him, making the five vampires frown. There were not many soul- possessors that they knew, some even have never seen this type of creature at all, therefore they did not know the extent of the creature's strength. "He is still alive?" one of the vampires muttered, looking amazed at the state of Aaric who was still able to move.

Xavi asked, snapping me from my thoughts. I glanced at him and with my lips pursed, “Let’s go,” I murmured as I climbed into the carriage. It was not truly my business, and the last thing I wanted was to be entangled in this mess. The ride jolted with bumps, but suddenly something swirled into my nostrils, a sharp, metallic, unmistakable smell, like blood. My eyes darted over my body, yet I was not injured, so where was this coming from?

Diana turned with a sharp look, "You shouldn't be playing with humans!!" Dominic just let go of his hand. Making the blood from Diana's hands immediately flow, making the clean white blanket get tainted. However, Diana didn't care, she looked at Dominic with anger.

Flicking through a few channels, she put on the latest drama, something about sexy fire-fighting werewolves—anything to take her mind off the coming week. The cabin had been offered to her by the Alpha of the Bridgewater pack after she had begged him to take her in. Alphas were under strict instructions by the King to prevent wolves from going rogue, or they had to offer homes to wolves seeking refuge. The cabin was small and needed work; the sink leaked, and some of the floorboards were coming loose, but it was warm and dry.