Captain Renard Grimm の小説・ストーリー

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

Granny Fray allowed Katie Clyde to hold her arm "I think someone is in my house, Katie my child" Pascal's eyes narrowed, and his face darkened when he sniffed the air, he teleported towards the forest. A man stood behind a tree watching Katie Clyde and Granny Fray intently, "you are looking for me" Pascal's voice startled him, the man with red lips like tomatoes turned around, and a smile appeared on his face. "You must be Pascal, your legend is been told to all vampires, how you sacrificed your pack, and your life for just a woman" the man with red lips like tomatoes mocked.

I guess he has been into a lot of battles and he delivers an aura of a genuine leader. His veins were visible in his hands like the roots of a tree nurtured on good soil, enough sunlight, and has survived amidst all the catastrophes. “I’m Captain Orley Nebuchister El Katanaga De Casteganio Ellisto Puedonito Bastamtike.” I tried not to laugh after hearing his short name. “Your name sounds honorable, Sir. But it’s lengthy and easy to forget. I would suggest you change it into a cooler one like… red beard. Captain Red Beard of the West.”

Just as Pretty Girl didn’t want to get stuck with me, I didn’t want to get stuck with him. I only took a few steps before the crowd started backing into me. The men in the trees had emerged. There was one leader, identifiable by his superior armour and flashier sword, followed by six men carrying swords without fancy engravings on their blades, which looked very sharp nonetheless. “Please remain calm,” said the leader. “I am Captain Lari Grayson. I’m here to help.” I could understand what he was saying, but for some reason it didn’t feel like English. If I stared at his lips as he spoke, the words didn’t quite fit. But this made it harder to listen to what he was saying, so I decided to conc

At the same time, two figures at the bottom of the hillside were slowly making their way to the barren graveyard. The person in front wore red garments, while the person behind was in a wheelchair. This wheelchair was built with high quality materials and workmanship. It was entirely mechanical and automatic. Even sliding down the hill would feel as steady as walking on the ground. “Master, did Senior Silas call you because of my boss?” Jim asked. “Yes. Renard has emerged from his seclusion,” Maxime said with a nod. “He’s now on his way to Regal Palace to exact his vengeance on your boss.”