Enderman X Creeper の小説・ストーリー

She sounded lost and forlorn, frightened. Daderi swore eloquently. For centuries he had looked after his family. Zande, Amia, Prest, Rich, and Clent. The only others similar to their kind they had ever encountered had been the undead, the evil ones. This creature had slipped past him as a strange, cold wind that had pushed its way through the bar. Daderi had been uneasy, worried; he had felt the presence of another, yet he had not caught the stench of evil. The undead. Evil Vampire.

BOOOOOMMM…. "Damn, I'm late again. But it seems like these people are from the demon tribe, right?" Xiao Chen, who had been relentlessly chasing after the evil creature, was still behind. He arrived late and saw the demon's corpse beneath him with an angry face, clearly showing that the evil man didn't care whether it was a demon or a human. As long as he could heal his strength, he would surely slaughter them all. This alone was enough to kill the evil creature a thousand times over.

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

His brown hair scattered, a cross pendant wrapped around his neck as he emerged with his men standing like sentinels behind him. Emeric Herald. Leader of the Vipers. Biggest rival of the Crimson Nest. A man of sadistic amusements and tactics. Upholding his devilish nature, hands resting in his pockets, Emeric walked forward, glancing at the condition of his precious warehouse. “You’ve done a… spectacular job, Hunter.” He commented in his deep tone, putting a cigar in his mouth and lit it up before flashing a dark smirk. “But tell me, how is any of this going to locate your woman?”

I said, already headed out the door. In the courtyard, Kellen ripped the heart out of a vampire’s chest and then turned to face another as we ran out. Xander and Elias ran toward the fight and began to morph and change, their bodies contorting until their giant paws hit the ground, already in their werewolf forms. They were huge, as tall, if not taller, than most of the vampires on all fours. Drake was already hot into the battle as he plunged his hands into two vampires’ chests at the same time and ripped out their hearts.

The others, three of them were drooling at the veggie basket, and the other one looked like he was about to throw up. It wasn't that Amelia wouldn't let Esteban leave, it's just that ever since she came in, she noticed the sky outside was already completely dark, and the lively market from before seemed like it never existed. Not only that, she also looked back before she came in. Those vendors just now, they really weren't even human anymore. It was a type of Nether Spawn, and it easily grew in places where lots of people died. They were born from people's resentment, then possessed freshly dead bodies. Their skin was especially pale, and they walked kind of slow, looking like zombies, but

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

I am a blur of motion. Arlo only hears the sickening thuds of blunt force trauma and a few short screams. When he blinks, all three Demi-humans are unconscious on the ground, bleeding and groaning. I casually pull my axe out of the concrete, clapping the dust off my free hand. "Demi-humans...their bone density is definitely higher than normal humans. I actually had to use a bit of effort to knock them out." "Good warm-up, though." Arlo stares at the broken bodies at my feet, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and terror.

Chester whimpered as he tried to knock some sense in the out of control demon and wolf. “NO ! WE WANT PUPS WITH MATE !!” Damon growled and Creon immediately took over his pampered and overwhelmed human before humping himself excitedly against his mates. “I TOO WANT PUPS !!” he squealed like a hyper excited kid asking for candy. “You look so adorable lying under us like that,” Zeneca fondly said before sinking in him again and again to pleasure the Beta Demon who was making such a cute, seductive face while bottoming for us- unknown to him of course.