Coldsteel The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor. I'd just gotten off work from the graveyard shift and was on my way back to my dormitory when I ran into a group of drunk street thugs. Just as they were about to force me to my wits' end, Vernon suddenly appeared out of nowhere. After chasing off the thugs, he gathered me in his arms even though my knee was bleeding from earlier. His hug threw me completely off guard. It felt like the strange yet familiar warmth of a father's hug—big, strong, and safe.

At that moment, the sword flies out of his hand, impaling itself on the stone ground at the entrance of the square. My head snaps up immediately. A hush falls over the crowd. I feel the air grow colder. Standing at the entrance is a hooded figure, the silver sword embedded in the ground at his feet. A huge white wolf stands beside him, but my eyes are locked on the scythe in his hand. The stranger from yesterday. No, no... I'd rather die here. He takes off the hood, revealing a pair of golden eyes. Long black hair cascades down his shoulders. People instinctively part, sensing the immense power he possesses.

Somehow, Adams had twisted my favorite game into something deadly. Every attempt he made to kill me nibbled at my confidence. Adrenaline made my senses sharper, suppressed the fear and made me faster. I knew he would kill me if he found me. I wouldn't make it out alive. A stone whistled past my ear and struck a pine tree by my left. He had started using the catapult and from the distance and aim, he was good. I zigzagged through tress and a low branch hit my face so hard, my vision blurred a bit. I didn't have time to examine the scratch neither did I have spare energy for that.

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

A hollow chuckle vibrated against his chest, low, guttural. “Hello, mate.” A hand, cold as the grave, curled around his throat. Black nails bit into his flesh. “Her…atte?” “ Greeting Master! Welcome back!” Cerberus and Chorlett drop on their knees to welcome her and Heratte passed them a nod. Her eyes focus back on the man in front of her. A flicker of something wicked glinted in her abyssal gaze as she tilted her head, her lips brushing his ear. “Come out, you bastard.”

"Alright, Hawks! Let's move out! Time to get that cup!" Julian stood up smoothly. He picked up his heavy hockey stick with a iron grip, shoved his helmet over his head, and locked the visor down. He didn't say a single word, but the terrifying aura of the Ice King radiated from him so strongly that the players around him instinctively gave him a wide berth.

The only weapon that threatened this plan was the barbed club from the hobgoblin that Zen wanted to steal. “In exchange for the ‘legendary weapon’, the hobgoblin must leave his barbed club behind to prevent the stone door from closing them in as none of the other goblins would be strong enough to hold it open. The only tough weapon at their disposal is that barbed club. However, as soon as they are inside the quarry trap, the soldiers will tug on the pulley to loosen that pressure so that Venedict can steal the barbed club and seal them inside forever with no hope of gaining the weapon welded into the stone.”

He came onto the ground wearing a black hoodie with Black Joggers and two Swords could be seen hanging from his Waist. "So you are the Strongest among the players, Let's see you defeat me and my skills of the Berserker" said Silver Stone to which Miza just smiled. Miza was a swordsmen whereas Silver Stone was a berserker with a higher defense. Jake flied in the air again and the bell rang indicating the match has started. As Silver Stone was about to run and rush towards Miza, there was a black color lightning that struck right in front of Silver Stone. He looked at Miza and was terrified as Miza could be seen standing still with an evil smirk on his face and small black lightning sparks cou

Modret paused as he sniffled looking at the stonehedge which the boulder had crashed upon almost bended and its glow was emanating slowly. "...It glows. They glowing would get to a point to falsify the energy and making it potent enough to transport anyone who touches it just in a matter of seconds." Modret said and Alicia's eyes widened staring at the hedgestone which kept rumminating a strong glow. As long as she had wished to hear Modret explain something so elaborately she couldn't stop that gut feeling that tells that these men would be here any minute. And just as she's said, four men aparated out of the ordinary. Their hands clutching the stonehedge's side. Their eyes staring intently

A female wolf was being attacked by a rogue, his claws snapping mere inches from her shoulder as he nuzzled his teeth to her throat. I charged towards them, my growl low and menacing. The rogue turned to face me, his eyes flashing with aggression. But I was no stranger to a fight, and I quickly dispatched him with a swift bite to the neck that had him running off. I transformed back. “Are you stupid?”