Clone Wars Blue Shadow Virus の小説・ストーリー

Clara held onto her Katana even though she's not that strong, she still had to hold a weapon. We move stealthily into the hostel's corridor paying attention to everything around us. We took the stairs that leads to the second floor scanning every where with eyes as sharp as that if an eagle. There were scratches on the wall. The wall was smeared with blood and some of the rooms have their doors opened. We made sure we checked every room we come across. We opened doors after doors to check for infected. We opened a particular door, but it was locked. Clara knocked and what we heard from inside were we heard angry growls and groans.

i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain. "Where did this come from?" I asked myself. another drop dripped on me again, it was coming from the roof , i looked up and i saw a woman killed and hanged up, her whole body was full of blood as if he was being eaten by wolves. When i was about to get out, lights started flicking in my back , somebody was really in there. I stopped and looked back then the lights cane in at once, that was the first time i met my clone face to face, i felt like i was fainting and my whole body was quivering, he looked exactly like me.

I spit back at him. “I’ll call you whatever you want me to call you, but know this Avalon, you are mine. And mine alone.” He whispered into my ear like a lover might do. The bond in my chest pulled tightly, snapping into place. My eyes focused on the man in front of me. His blue eyes, so pale yet so vibrant. Like ice in a glacier. His hair white as snow falling down around his face and brushing tops of his broad shoulders. “You’re not a vampire.” I voice outlook, more to myself than him.

I had no doubt that they would smell me behind the tree, but the shadows gave me the advantage of knowing what I was up against before they could see me. The three men stepped out of the woods, one radiated more power than the other two I could immediately tell that he was the Alpha. As I was observing them something strange happened, a blue light engulfed each of them, somewhat surrounding them in different hues. ‘Shadow, why are they glowing?’ I asked worriedly, feeling uneasy by the sudden change, people never glowed before. ‘They are of pure heart, they mean no harm, they are honest and trustworthy.’ she responded in the soothing voice that I have come to love in the few times that I'd h

someone screamed from the back. "Blood for blood!" "Death to the traitor who killed our future!" "No!" I tore free again with desperate strength, throwing myself between Papa and the angry crowd. "He did not do it! Papa would not hurt anyone! You all know him!" Alpha Darius's blazing golden eyes fixed on me, and I saw absolutely no mercy there. Only cold rage. "The bloodline is tainted. The guilt runs in his veins." "Then let his blood pay the price!" someone shouted.

The man looked down at Elara, a sad, knowing smile on his face. "Hello, Elara. It's time you met the Actual Architects. The ones the Corporation tried to delete." The emerald grid expanded, beginning to swallow the gunships whole. But as Elara reached out to the man, a final, hidden Shadow guard fired a single, analog flare. The flare didn't hit Elara. It hit the Emerald Grid. The green light turned a sickly, corrosive Yellow. The man’s smile vanished as he began to pixelate. "The virus..." he gasped. "The End-User... they didn't just want you, Elara. They wanted The Map to the Real World. And you just gave it to them."

“If the wolf is this strong—” “He is not the problem,” Crowe interrupted softly. “He is the symptom.” He wiped his hand clean on the altar cloth. The crimson smear bloomed bright against white linen, a mockery of holy things. “The problem,” he said, “is the woman he follows.” “The vampire?” Crowe looked toward the stained glass window that no longer had glass—only rain and morning fog peering in. “The ghost of New York,” he said. “Silver Belmot.” The name came out almost reverent.

Shadows clawed the ground around her boots, unspooling faster than she could rein them in. Elara’s smile widened. “Oh, she’s cracking.” The duel escalated. Fire, shadow, steel — everything colliding in bursts that scorched the sand. Sierra and Malick fought as one, their threads pulling tighter with every movement. His shadow and hers tangled, indistinguishable. Too tight. Too close. She felt his heat, his fury, his fear — like they weren’t two people at all, but one body splitting apart. And then her control slipped. The shadows erupted from her chest, wild and jagged, tearing the ground open in black cracks that bled silver light. Elara stumbled back, for once her smirk gone. Gloria’s eyes

he spits, stepping toward me. A hand grabs onto my arm and gently pulls be backward. Smirnov steps in front of me, blocking Anderson's path to me. He places my boba in my hand and turns back to his friend. "Back off," he tells him, a strange edge to his voice. "What?" Anderson questions, eyes wide. "Back off," he repeats. "You got the reaction you wanted, and it is over now," "She punched me," "You deserved it. Now back the fuck off,"

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.