Fox Bloody Roar の小説・ストーリー

Harvey shrugged. “Say that when you actually do kill her.” Bulldozer revealed a smirk before pouncing right toward Rachel, initiating a big fight. Bulldozer did have the right to show off; he truly was an expert. Compared to Croix, he was already way above Croix’s league. His Bloodshot Hands were terrifying—every single move he made was filled with dominance and carried a horrible smell. Shockwaves could be felt whenever his attacks landed, as if he wanted to swallow his enemies whole.

I followed it up with a string of laughing emojis while trying to contain my laughter from spilling out. Alexander: Well I doubt I'd hear anything today that'll beat this, nothing. Me: Suuuuuuuurrrrreeeeeeeeee Alexander: It's true though, nothing can beat any time I spend with you, anything you say to me, anything about you. My laughter transformed into a smile that I couldn't contain and a blush that spread like wildfire. Me: Don't flatter me, Doc. Alexander: Hopefully, it works. I like it when you blush. You looks so pretty like that.

"If you hurt Roxy, I swear I'll fucking kill you!" Felix laughed. "Oh, now he thinks he's John Wick." As the boys laughed, Alice understood the mistake she'd made getting involved with them. They were monsters. Her heart sank as Felix pulled Roxy over by the leash. The terrified dog did her best to pull away, but she conceded with a pained welp as Felix kicked her in the stomach.

I growl at them. “Thought so,” Ford says. “Man, it seems to me you have it bad for that hot little number.” He turns to strip off his hockey pants as I clench my hands into tight fists, resisting the urge to slam him in the jaw. Rule number one, do not swing a punch at your best friend. It’s not his fault I am totally confused about Roxy. Hell, I wish I wasn’t. Instead, I scrub my fuzzy jaw with my hand. “Not the case, Bro. Like I said, I have shit on my mind.” There is a pause before I add for clarification, “and don’t refer to her as a hot thing. That’ll get you a punch in the face.” He makes an Oooo sound. Fucker.

Mell saw a tower of rainbow flames erupted in the distance, and he just knew something bad happened to Flare Fox. He had been enjoying himself fighting against the humongous Prime Chimera Varanus, but if something triggered Flare Fox to such extent, nothing good could come out of it. Varanus, who was by then had turned so large his shoulders brushed the top of most buildings, rampaged across the streets and swatting away every manmade structures he came across. Mell kept landing his blows with Balor but nothing seemed to get through Varanus' thick skin.

I roared and leapt at Roxy, who screamed and tried to dodge, but I was faster. She tried to scream something—some fake plea—but I didn’t hear it. All I saw was her face as she dragged Lyra through the forest. As she dared to dream she could replace my mate. My claws slashed across her arm, and she shrieked, backing away. “You think I won’t kill you?” I snarled. “You tortured her. Chained her. You’re dead, Roxy.” Her eyes widened as I tackled her to the ground. She fought—tried to shift, tried to scream—but I pinned her, claws pressed to her throat.

Roar! The demonic shadow let out an earth-shattering roar in boundless pain. A normal person would’ve been long dead after receiving such a severe injury. Moreover, the arrow that Dorothy had shot was definitely not an ordinary arrow. The burning flame on it was the universally well-known flame of Nirvana. However, the members of the Blood Cult were bizarre and mysterious, their body composition differing from the average person.

ROARRR! The demonic beast roared loudly and tried to intimidate the insolent fly in front because the attack didn’t even hurt it one bit and didn’t even cause a scratch so it only treated the man in the silver armor just a nuisance the same as the fly that swarmed its tail.

Dragon Roar! Shockwaves were released by Noah's roar, befuddling the two brothers. Their Essence flow was messed up by this and caused severe damage to them. They both lost the ability to maintain the Essence that kept its chaotic counterpart at bay. Rax was much worse as he was, at the time, executing his Battle Art.

“Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.” The phone buzzes again on the desk, another update coming in, and my pulse jumps. I grin. “Move everyone,” I say. “Tonight.” “Rules,” Lena asks. “There are none,” I say. “Only the hunt.” I picture Eli Blackwood boxed in by noise and lights and fragile lives, and my hands curl into fists. “I am not a coward,” I say softly. “And I do not care who dies learning that.”