Dane Dehaan Harry Osborn の小説・ストーリー

The crowd stood frozen—what had just happened? At that moment, traces of dark, daemonic energy swirled around Oscar’s body. "A daemon! He's not just possessed—he’s a true daemon!" an experienced elder cried out, immediately understanding the situation. The crowd was shaken to the core by this revelation. "Kill the daemon! Don’t let him escape!" they shouted as they surged forward, determined to stop Oscar. Adrian, watching in surprise, was momentarily shaken. But he recovered quickly, brandished his sword once more in a relentless strike aimed at Oscar's retreating form.

My heart tightens in pain with the invisible hand. "Yes, thank you," I whispered as the invisible hand around my heart unclenched a little. I turned to Noah and nodded, and he understood that we both could go in. Then we both walked toward the gate, where people stood ready to block us, brandishing their weapons, prepared to kill us at any moment. Mr. Leonardo's right-hand man, Mr. Jack, standing in front of everyone, received a call. His eyes never left us as he answered and started talking. His facial expression confirmed that he was conversing with Mr. Leonandro.

I had a flurry of questions, but the overwhelming nature of the situation prevented me from processing them. From a distance, I observed the men taking out a large machete, and the sight of the sharp blade sent shivers down my spine. The men then handed the machete to Dane, who raised it above his head in preparation for an impending execution. The gravity of the situation was palpable, as I struggled to accept the horrors unfolding before my eyes.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.