Fairy Tail Strike Back 소설 & 이야기

"Do you really think you can get into the same college as me with your grades? Dream on! Don't think I don't know how those two buttons ended up on my school uniform!" As soon as I finished speaking, Marianne, who was slumped on the floor, got up suddenly and slapped him across the face. "Now that everything has been exposed, you're pushing all the blame onto me? You're the one who came up with this idea in the first place!" Lance kicked her down. "Nonsense! When did I ever say that? You're the one who told me to sew the buttons on her school uniform. You're the mastermind here!" "I'll kill you, Lance!" Marianne screamed.

Against every single person who ever doubted or tried to break me. With Caspian as the Hybrid Alpha, and me as Luna—even without a wolf—I had power now. Real power. The Lucost Glow was broken. Beatrice couldn’t hurt me anymore. But I could hurt her. They should all prepare themselves. Because a new Sai has risen. Not just Sai Ray. But Sai Smith Ray. And it’s time to strike back. Cruel. Merciless. And unstoppable.

Cat backed away respectfully. "Whoa, that was fast," I whispered as I held my moth-covered arms out, careful to not injure their delicate wings. "Do you guys wanna help us out? We've got a lot of hurt fairies here, and we would appreciate anything you could do for them." The swarm left me instantly; spreading out among the wounded. Glittering dust drifted down; settling in cuts and seeping into skin. Flesh knitted together, bones mended, and limbs twisted back into proper alignment. I just watched it all in awe as Cat returned to my side, and Tiernan joined us, sliding his hand into mine. I looked over and saw him staring down at me with a tender expression.

“Where has she gone? Who took her away?” Elara screamed at the top of her lungs, lunging at Xyla in a fit of rage, but Xyla was prepared for this. Without thinking once, she raised her fist and drove straight into Elara’s face. Elara’s mind exploded with that punch, and she flew backward. But her back hit that invisible wall, and she fell on the ground on her knees. The sickening sound of breaking bone filled the corridor.

That was when she saw how he had been provoking me behind her back. Hatred burned in her eyes as she looked at him. "I told you not to mess with him. Why didn't you listen?" She twisted the knife. Gilbert let out another scream. Whether it was from pain or anger, his eyes turned red as he shouted back at her, "You're my woman! Calvin is my son! What right does he have to take everything? What's wrong with me wanting to prove what belongs to me?" Slap! Nancy struck him hard across the face.

What the fuck? Was it Noah? I quickly placed the files that had fallen over on the table and grabbed my phone, staring at the caller ID Nova, my assistant? Really? Now of all time? “Hey,” I said, forcing my voice to be steady. “Make it quick.” “Wow. Someone sounds like their world is ending,” She replied dryly. Except she was actually right without knowing it, “Anyway, good news and bad news.” “I’m really not in the mood—” “Nikolai Rye Sterling is back.” I froze.

Bambi and James stood slightly behind him, both crying, both looking traumatized. "I'm okay," Dante managed, his voice rough and distorted by blood and swelling. "I'm okay, buddy. It's okay. Just—just give me a second." "You're not okay," Rhysand said, his voice rising to the edge of hysteria. "You're bleeding! Why did they hurt you? Why didn't you fight back? You could have beaten them! You're strong! Why didn't you—"

But his expression didn’t waver. He really wanted me to hit him. I shook my head, taking a step back at the thought alone. “I… I can’t,” I muttered. “I just can’t put my hands on you. That’s… I can’t do it.” I kept retreating, putting as much distance between us as possible, but in just three strides he was back at my side, grabbing my hand. “Lesson two,” he said, staring straight into my eyes. “You must always strike back. Even when you’re scared or feeling guilty. If you are wronged, you always strike. I wronged you. You hit me.”

"Move, Mable." The ferocity in my eyes must have frightened her because she flinched a little. But before she could step away, Lester pressed his shoe against the back of my hand and crushed it. I could even hear bones cracking. The pain was so agonizing that I collapsed to the floor. "You're still putting on airs, Erica. Let's see what gives you the right to act so arrogantly. Is it this body of yours?" He crouched and ripped open the back of my top. I instantly felt a chill as several whistles sounded around us.

The first strike comes fast. Ezra lunges, blade arcing toward my shoulder. I sidestep, calling the wind into my hands, pushing him back with a burst of charged air. He grins like he’s glad I didn’t back down. Thunder rolls above us. The Pack watches in silence, their eyes wide, some of them whispering prayers. Nyrielle stands near Rhea at the edge, her wings pulled tight. Rhea doesn’t look away, not even once. Not even when the sky opens and rain begins to fall.