Flight Of The Night Fury の小説・ストーリー

I hear voices of my friends and my family calling my name, trying to tell me to hold something to save myself but the voices are giving me a headache, there is so much noise and I am unable to concentrate on anything the only voice which reached me more is omer's voice. I don't know I am still in my nightmare or in real. There is no way to save me from this valley. I am nearing the ground and I am going to die. Omer's voice is now clearly being heard. He is telling me to stay awake but how can I when I am falling from the cliff and I just want to slip into the darkness, it is calling me to embrace it. The last word I heard before slipping into the darkness is my name called by omer.

She blinked rapidly to see clearly but the more she blinked, the more blackness clouded her vision. She stumbled back with the needle still in her hand. Her legs finally gave up on her and she tried holding on to something. She landed up knocking down all the sterile surgical instruments before she hit the ground herself. She saw a few people rush to her. She saw their mouths move but she couldn’t hear anything. Dimitri rushed to her and crouched down and patted her cheeks. She saw him yell something loudly in panic but couldn’t make it out. She closes her eyes and lets the darkness consume all of her.

Backing the dining room and her dad and facing the hallway, she whispered 'Goodnight Dad' and then took two steps forward before adding 'The food was delicious' 'Mom must come back' she said and walked to her room, leaving Baron speechless One week passed before news came about the airplane that was hijacked. The one Juana's mother and her boss were in. Baron had been busy, like families of other victims anxiously attending meetings and waiting for news on the search. Juana had gotten very introverted and she listened to the radio and watched the TV often now, and most of all kept sending emails to mom without receiving any back. The news that came said the plane was attacked by some terrori

And while Emesto bought Giselle the time by pulling Darius away, distracting him, she makes a run for it. By the corner of her eye, she caught the elevator door opening, and a couple came out together with their child. There was a perfect opportunity for her, and she took it without further hesitation. Her eagerness for escape gave her back the strength she needed to flee. Darius and his guardian, Emesto, became a blur when her legs took off. The whispering and shocked murmurs from people were never silenced in her ears until she got inside the elevator. Her fingers quivered as she pressed the floor number she resided on, and quickly, spammed on the button to shut the door. She told herself

Bullets sparked against the hull like angry hornets. ​"They’re too late," Julian said. ​He slammed the thrust lever forward. The Peregrine didn't taxi; it leapt. ​The craft shot out of the hangar into the freezing Alpine night, the sudden G-force pinning Lyra to her seat. Behind them, the Geneva compound looked like a glowing ember nestled in the rocks. As they banked hard to the west, a series of secondary explosions rippled through the East Wing. ​The laboratory, the files, and the body of Silas Vane Sr. were consumed in a silent bloom of orange fire.

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

Night Shade’s voice came over the head set once he saw the red light next to all the occupied seats light up. Night Shade and Night Blaster were responsible for flying this beauty; although all the elites were trained in flying all of the Night Empire’s aircrafts, Night Wing, Night Blade, Night Shade and Night Blaster were the best flyers and since this trip was flying their lords most cherished people, the best it had to be. Chris looked over at Mark and the rest who nodded before he ordered “Ready to set flight.” Mark and the rest watched curiously as they all had the same question as Darcy lingering in their heads. ‘How were they going to take off from the basement?’

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

I said. The flight was a blur of G-force and emerald fire. The Reapers had deployed "Sentries"—smaller, insectoid drones that swarmed the sky like locusts. Fenris pushed the flyer to its limits, weaving through the obsidian pillars and diving into canyons to avoid the scanning beams. "Hold on!" Fenris roared as a Reaper beam clipped our wing. The flyer spun, the world turning into a kaleidoscope of green and grey. I felt Silas’s shadows wrap around the interior of the cabin, acting as a cushion of dark energy. I looked out the window and saw the mountain.