Captain Renard Grimm の小説・ストーリー

Alex and the grim reaper took out their Glock 22 guns and began to shot the remaining mean until the reached the target car. Alex shot both the driver and the second guard on the front passenger seat as the grim reaper opened the passenger seat and pulled the leader out. “Mr Ravoli, a pleasure to meet you.” The grim reaper said smiling. “What do you want from me? Who are you?” Mr Ravoli said looking weak as his eyes begged for mercy. One thing the man on the ground didn’t know about the grim reaper is that she doesn’t grant mercy, that’s just not who she is.

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

Even as Frank's hair flapped against the shockwave, Reynard's smile faded mid-air. Everything around him seemed to disappear, be it the crowd or Huub, who kept egging him on. His whole body was stiff, as if he was frozen mid-air, unable to move. "Grr…" Renard soon turned pale, as he found himself staring into a bloody pair of eyes. "Is that… the Death Eater?" Frank was left dumbstruck and blinking, shocked that Renard recognized his move. "Roar!!!" Even as Renard heard the thunderous roar of a behemoth that could tear through space and time, he was suddenly free from the darkness.

Instead, they just sized each other up. Renard was a sleazy bastard, thin and lanky, with a greasy smile and a golden chain around his neck. Two golden teeth glittered when he grinned. It added a physical element of evil charisma to his already dodgy profile. Though he looked like he couldn't take anyone on in a serious brawl, Renard was known for his swift and agile fighting style. He took the Alpha title after slitting the throat of his uncle. It would have been quite a feat if his uncle wasn't a generous and an excellent alpha, while Renard was nothing but a sad excuse for a shifter. He took after his father far too much.

I was ashamed to admit that I had waited outside my dorm building, watching Ladybug sit on the bench and had only left when her friend arrived. It wasn't like I cared, I just… didn't have to explain myself. “Shut up” I muttered as I walked past him. “Damn, still as cold as ever. I thought by now my charms would have melted that cold heart of yours” Kai uttered and I rolled my eyes. “Kai” Mason muttered as he walked up beside him, “The captain has threatened to kill you at least twelve times this week. Take a hint” “Hey, I wasn't bothering him and that's the way he shows he loves me. Don't be jealous” Kai argued and I rolled my eyes as I walked towards the rink entrance.

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

Out of the corner of our eye we see the General of Osiris’s army making his way over to where Jamari stands all alone, his two sickles rising in the air as he slams them down at our mate. My heart stops in my chest as I watch the General’s sickles make their way closer to the keeper of my soul. A shield appears on Jamari’s arm when she lifts her arms up to block the sickles coming towards her face. Relief washes through me when I realize that my mate will be okay. Kicking my legs into gear, I dash across the battlefield, taking off the head of one of the Skeletal Militia that tries to get in my way. Ren is seeing red by the time he makes his way to where Jamari stands, alone, with the Genera

"We have to find a way to free Alpha Jarvald Rukheim's captives, including Gwenna's brother, give her the option to walk away, and then we are going to burn that fucking place down." "And Marnet Darnald?" "He needs to find his mate. I'm so tired of him, fooling around with these little humans, the little shit is fucking half of my kitchen maids," he said in a growl. Arric arched an eyebrow at him. "Gwenna is the only cradle I have robbed in my lifetime, Arric, give me a fucking break," he said. Arric couldn't help chuckling. "And you are in no place to judge, I saw your little mate."