Deku Vigilante の小説・ストーリー

“My name is Kalen, I am a squire of the Camelot military, currently still in training,” Kalen announced loudly, as he was handcuffed by the vigilantes. “Call 112 to confirm my identify,” he continued, as he deactivated his face armor to reveal his face. 112, is just like 911 is the Kingdom of Camelot’s number, to call for emergencies. As he introduced himself, some vigilante members already mobilized, as they went after the terrorists who pursued him here.

He rose from his seat, “I’ll be able to make it home on time for my twentieth anniversary.” “Congratulations,” I was at the doorway by now, “Take care everyone.” Duke and I boarded the chopper, heading home to our families. There was not much that we could do except dispatch the gatekeepers to find the criminals and retrieve the relics. Being on the council caused me to be in the middle of everything occurring on this globe. Rogues who target with reasoning usually have a master villain in the background. It was apparent that the witches and wolves collaborated, and if vampires were involved, I believed that they were sure to attack my pack. If they did, my suspicions would be confirmed.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, just heavy combat pants and a harness for his massive warhammer. He bounced on the balls of his feet. Energy crackled off him in waves. Heat radiated from his skin. "We hunt rebels?" Viggo asked, grinning. "We break things?" "We secure the objective," Barzil corrected, though he didn't scold the Uruk. "Neoma is the tracker. You are the muscle." "I break things," Viggo agreed happily. He looked at me. Sniffed the air loudly. "You look like beetle. Shiny shell."

So if the rumors were to be true, Asinje will die by next new year. THE LEGEND OF ASINJE He started as a member of a group that was known for the night watch, they were referred to in those days as vigilantes. But one night something happened that put his name in the mouth of all country men for the first time. The kingdom woke up to founded all the vigilante members dead in front or their food plates, only him was found alive hanged on the tree, with life almost gone out of him, he was rescued and treated, before he was brought for questioning, before the Kings panel, and he agreed to the charges, that he killed all seventy men, who had been keeping vigil for security case, for many years,

“What is your name?” “Keith,” Cederick answered unhesitatingly back. “Then Keith, would you mind going with us?” he said this so earnestly with a pleasant voice, he meant no harm. He just like the kid, seeing his tattered clothes and seems to live in the streets, he wants to give him shelter. But Cederick refused, “I would love to mister, thanks for your genuine offer but I have things I need-” he paused seeing the tattoo of the joker on his hand. He felt like it was the same on Aoi Akuma’s nape and on Xavier's hand, and so he strongly said. “Mister, are you in an organization that training individuals? I want to be a strong mister. So that I can avenge my parents!”

“You can’t do things like that, Derek! You’re not a vigilante. Every time you give in to rage, you put yourself and Fighter in danger. The hunters don’t play games. They will come for you.” “I know,” Derek said quietly. “I wasn’t thinking. It won’t happen again—I’ll be more careful.” Raymond emptied his glass in one swallow and stared at Derek. “And how am I supposed to trust that?” “At least I protected your nephew,” Derek replied, meeting his gaze. Raymond let out a slow exhale and reached for a card on the table. He handed it to Derek. “My name is Raymond. That’s my number. If you ever need intel on the hunters—call me. One of them is an old friend of mine. I can keep tabs on what they kn

"What issues?" Lutraine’s jaw tightened, and he glanced briefly at Alrael before speaking. "There’s a vigilante in Gibbous," he admitted, his voice low but clear. "Calls himself Black Justice. He’s been targeting some of the gangs in the slums, stirring up trouble. And while the gangs aren’t saints, his interference is complicating matters."

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”

I barely managed the whole journey on foot, but I did it. When we finally reached the base of the mountain, the sight of polished black SUVs in a neat formation made my knees nearly buckle with relief. The lycan royal security squad stood at attention, dozens of powerful men in black tactical gear, sharp-eyed and alert. The stern-faced head guard named Deke stepped forward immediately and introduced himself, lowering his head respectfully. “My King.” He greeted, his voice steady and thunder-deep. He was tall, built like a boulder, with sharp features and a deep scar slicing across one eye. Even Stacy grabbed my arm and hid behind me after seeing him.

He slid his tongue over my mark and smiled. I saw my mate's reaction to him and all I saw was red as Deuce took over, and I gladly let him. I drove both hands into the bodyguards' chests and ripped out their hearts and was inches away from my mate before the bodies dropped to the floor. I stared into the rogue's eyes as I spoke, well as Deuce spoke. "I am from the Shimmering Falls pack, and you made a huge mistake by trespassing onto packlands today!"