Cross Weapon の小説・ストーリー

"You might have fooled my gofers from finding you but a King's smell is the strongest...What are you doing in my den?" "Do--don't move a single...s-step from there..", Aria trembles in fear as she pointed her shadow sword to the being in front of her. "What can a mere young crossbreed do with her little toy?..."The wolf laugh at her. He moves toward her grinning from ear to ear as he sniff her scent in the corner... "W-what are-- what are you d-oing?"

he said as he looked down at the wound and prodded the skin around it gently, soothing the red skin with his cool fingers. I couldn't believe the fucker actually tricked me. I felt like a toddler being promised Pepsi and getting a drink of cherry cough syrup instead. Callie still hid out in the bathroom. She apparently was squeamish around blood and wounds. "How does it look?" Callie asked from behind the bathroom door. "It looks alright. No infection yet," Alessio said with authority. I looked down at my abdomen where there was a small cut horizontal along my skin. "That doesn't look like a gunshot wound," I said. I furrowed my brow as I studied the wound. It looked like a knife cut as if a

he looked around for a while then took off his glasses and raised his hoodie a little bit to show the glorious face of my one and only, Traven Spade. "Traven?" I grinned, spread my arms wide to pull him into an appreciative round of embrace. "How have you been?" He smiled smugly, put on his sunglasses again and let his hoodie return to its job of covering his face again and bringing back to life his previous creepy look. "What's with all this exaggerated outfit?" I moued, jutted out my hip and rested a hand on it with a disapproving thumbs down.

He takes a quick glance at the cross now in his possession, and a maniac laugh erupts from the nest of his chest as he firmly grips it. A savage roar spills from his lips as he swings the golden cross with all his might. The blunt end of it strikes Konstatin in the side as he lunges straight towards Dmitri. Blood flies through the air, splattering across the church, and crimson droplets tarnish the train of the wedding gown I am forced to wear. Konstatin grunts as he falls back, with a howl filled with rage and agony echoing through the church. The frightened screams of women and children still trying to run to safety sweep past me.

"But if you walk out that door tonight you become the thing that helps him survive and everything you testified to, every truth you told, becomes something he uses to destroy you." The corridor was very quiet. The female wolf looked at Cross. Cross looked at the floor. Then he turned around. And in his hand, held out toward me, was a small device I had never seen before. "Creek does not know I have this," he said quietly. "I took it from his office the night everything started. I did not know what it was then." He paused. "I know now. And if what you just said is true, if he is really going down, then this is what finishes him completely."

Alex plunged his right arm forward and impaled him with his attached sword. Working each side of his body autonomously, Alex flicked his thumb swiftly along the handle of his gun, triggering a small switch that caused the axis supporting the five slings to rotate so that the next armed one was in position to be released by the trigger. Alex was proud of his innovation with the weapon’s design, as it allowed him to quickly twist around and fire a second shot at another adversary charging his rear.

Velvet drapes hung from the walls, their deep crimson color contrasting against the dark floor. The scent of leather and something faintly musky filled the air, intoxicating and overwhelming. My eyes darted around, drinking in the sheer extravagance of it all. Along one wall, there was an X shaped cross, made of black polished wood, adorned with silver restraints at each end. Beside it, an elegant rack displayed whips, floggers, paddles, and riding crops, each varying in size and intensity. Some were sleek and smooth, while others had textured surfaces.

Lloyd's POV “...and then, when I assumed it was over, the witch rose to her feet.” Zack's eyes sparkled as he described killing the witch that infiltrated his old pack. “I pointed the crossbow and shot. Straight arrow to the head.” “You didn't use a gun?” I asked him. His eyes widened at me a little. “You know bullets don't work on these things. The same way betas were banned from using guns here is the way it is there. Swords, Katana, or crossbows are approved.”

“Oh baby girl I mix pleasure and pain that’s not a punishment for me rather an enticing fantasy much like yourself the forbidden fruit the one who can resist is such a fucking turn on I want you more than ever. Just one taste of your sweet nectar is all I want” The warriors all run in holding a silver cross with a giant piece of amethyst in the centre the closer they walk with the cross the more Conrad loses his power and aura I watch in awe as it all unfolds before me curiously. They hold the cross out in front of Conrad’s cell he hisses and retreats to the furtherest wall in the cell making himself smaller in a fruitless effort to get away from the silver cross. The warriors nail it to his

Timi: Goodnight Nahly Nahly? I wanted to ask what it meant but clearly it was one was a short form of Nahlela. I was trying as much to keep my relationship with Timi professional but the complete opposite was happening. I thought of asking that the assignment be handed over to Nadine or Oscar, but this was the chance the boss had given me to prove myself. He had promised me a raise in my salary if I did a good job and honestly I wanted to prove myself and yes I wanted a salary raise. Spending the day with hi, having lunch at his place and cleaning up later with him, going to my parents’ house and chatting as if we are old friends was the definition of crossing the line. The line had been cro