Fairy Tail Strike Back の小説・ストーリー

Alice taunted, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart. Corazon’s face twisted with rage, and she unleashed a torrent of dark energy, each strike more powerful than the last. Alice countered with her own elements, calling upon the earth to rise up and block the attack. Rocks and soil shot up from the ground, forming a solid barrier that absorbed the brunt of Corazon’s assault. Alice’s power surged through her, grounding her as she held her defenses.

For every strike she delivered, they responded with calculated precision. I held on to my ribs that were bleeding and forced myself to stand up but my legs refused to listen. I started feeling dizzy as I kept watching the struggle between Lydia, Damon and Sebastian. Sebastian made for Lydia, shifting slightly and clawed at her shoulders. She hissed in fury, flinging a burst of magic at him, but Damon was already there, striking her from the other side. Their coordination was flawless, and it became clear they were overpowering her.

I retorted, my hand remaining firmly buried within my pocket. "A failure? Me? You dare call me a failure?" His fleeting glance then reverted to me after a second, his temper hastily flaring. "We'll find out the true failure here soon enough!" He raised up his arm, intentionally to strike my face. His aim was undoubtedly to scar me, yet my senses had matured beyond his grasp. With swift agility, I dodged his oncoming blow and surged behind him with remarkable speed. My claws spiralled out with lethal swiftness, and in one sap movement, I ruthlessly gash his back.

Once he was stable again he jumped backwards to avoid the angry possessed, narrowly avoiding a powerful jab from the strange creature. “Prideful Sword: Dance of the Half-Moon” Mane replied in kind, creating another wound on its body. He then flung his sword into the air so he could free one of his hands. “Extreme Burst” “First Strike” “Second strike” “Third strike” “Fourth strike” “Fifth strike” “Sixth strike” *Bam* Mane executed his preferred fist technique masterfully before his sword landed right back into his open palm. Immediately it did, he finished off with his sword and blade techniques.

She now stands a foot away, smirking haughtily down at me who holds onto my new sprout of confidence with a smile, “We’ll see about that” Barely a second after I say that, Kitra’s launching the first strike with a fist closing in fast on my face. With the flexibility of a ballet dancer, my body falls back in an arc, watching the clean projection of her arm pass across me. My vision heightens with alertness and I touch my left palm to the floor to retaliate with my right leg swinging into her side and sending her crashing across the floor with a yell.

We moved at once. Draven reached her first. The hybrid struck with brutal efficiency, his power layered and unpredictable as he forced Batista back across the inner ring. She countered instantly, redirecting his momentum with a precise spell that twisted his strike just enough to deflect it away from her core. She knew exactly how he fought. Kaia came in from the side. Storm wind roared as she closed the distance, her strike landing clean against Batista’s ribs and driving her back hard enough to crack the stone beneath her feet.

After the Alliance Tribunal, I went straight back to the manor to pack. Didn't feel a damn thing. Hardly owned anything—just clothes, Mom's pendant, and a bone whistle. What no one knew? Right after I downed the growth-slowing potion... I blew that whistle. Dad answered. Silverlune Pack's Alpha. Cold as frost. He hadn't forgiven me for walking out. Not even close. But when I pricked my finger and let one drop of blood hit the parchment...

He reached out slowly and pressed the cold blade against my belly. I froze. “Let’s see if your baby likes the truth too.” His hand was steady, the knife grazing my skin. And then—he paused. Right there. That tiny moment of stillness was all I needed. I gripped the bat tighter and swung it. Hard. But I missed. The bat whooshed past his face and hit the wall instead. His eyes widened. Then darkened. “You bitch,” he spat. “How dare you?”

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

He tried to play it cool, but the irritation in the sound of his voice couldn’t be missed. “You think you’re so high and mighty, Elizabeth, but we all know you’re a wh*re who cheated on Tate over here back in college. I know I could have you for the right price.” SLAP!! The sound of Liz’s hand colliding with Vincent’s cheek echoed off the walls. I tried to hold her back, but she was like a heat-seeking missile locked on its target. She grabbed Vincent by the front of his jersey and got right up in his face. I could almost feel the heat of her anger radiating off her body.