Borderlands No Rest For The Wicked の小説・ストーリー

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.

But his eyes… his eyes were pitch black. Filled with just pure, unadulterated rage and possession, fixed only on where Jax’s hand was resting on my shoulder. "Whoa," Jax said simply, lifting his hands a little like he was calming a wild animal. "Easy there, man." That was all he said. Like Rick was just some overexcited dog. Rick didn’t speak. He moved so fast I barely saw it. One hand shot out, and ripped Jax’s arm off me so hard I heard his joints pop, and before Jax could even react, Rick grabbed me hard and yanked.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

The wolf roared angrily at Linda, thrust its claws into her chest and growled menacingly, baring its sharp teeth. “Enough, stop!” snapped Aryadi, in an instant he turned into a black wolf and pounced back at the red wolf. Linda got up again with black blood seeping between the fronts of her clothes. As she was about to attack for the umpteenth time, the remaining witches finally stopped the vampire woman's actions with magic like a few minutes ago, as well as wolf-shifter Aryadi. Rokan Allegro took a deep breath, pushing out the wood and marble shards on his back with his strength until they fell. “Take them both to the prison ward,” he muttered, enduring the pain in his body.

As we are wrapping up, Alex pops into our mind-link letting us know there are six rogues at the western border. Jumping up and running out the door, Rick and I shift as we go. As we approach the border, we can hear the fighting taking place. It’s a vicious attack and two of our warriors are down. Jumping into the fray, I take on the bigger rogue as Rick takes the next biggest. We are fighting with each rogue. They are stronger and more adept than we usually experience with wolves. We are still able to neutralize them, while saving one to question.

The dark moon pack would regret stealing my mate from me and crowning her Luna. It was however, very risky business. Information circulating seemed to point that the Borderlands was a dangerous place to cross. It was why I sent one of my most skilled lieutenant, Cyrus and even then, I had my doubts. The Scavenger wolves who basically ran the borderlands were a vicious pack of unhinged psychos and were not very friendly to outsiders—especially not to crescent wolves. There were also rumors of a deadly and primal pack out in the wilderness that worshipped the Blood moon god and stuck with the old ways. Fucking lunatics.