Game Of Thrones Head On Spike の小説・ストーリー

It seemed like everything happened in slow motion… Her claws ripped into her hand. Blood flowed freely from the wound. Her hand was thrusted, palm out, pointing directly at me. She said some incantation that I did not understand, but it had to have been a powerful one because her blood stopped flowing downwards. Each line formed into spikes. Those spikes shot out at a faster speed than I had seen before. I tried to move, but I was not fast enough. The first spike lodged itself into my shoulder. The second spike hit my chest. The third spike was the most dangerous. I felt it pierce my throat. That pain was secondary to the burning that happened when the spikes dissolved. It felt almost like a

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

Our allies, warriors, and friends celebrated. Their cheers echoed over the land as Gabriel held Thane’s head up into the air. He was covered in blood, but he had a look of satisfaction on his face. Gabe looked at Thane’s Beta and tossed Thane’s head letting it roll into the Beta’s feet.

he ordered. Brand saw red. His wolf snarled low in his throat. The Hirðstjóri's eyes widened in surprise at the feral sound, taking a step backwards and drawing his blade. Brand threw an elbow fiercely into Sigurd's middle and an 'oomph' escaped the giant man's lips. His hand dropped from Brand's arm reflexively and Brand lunged toward the captain, heedless of the steel in his hand. He tackled the man, taking him down to the muddy ground, before he could gather his wits enough to use the sword in his hand.

Making his arm at an angle, she yanked on his arm as hard as she could, breaking it as she did. Out of the corner of her eye's she saw the other hunter advancing at her at a very fast pace. At the right moment, Jezzebelle kicked at him in the ankle breaking it at the corner. Hearing the snap she snickered at him as he screamed holding on to his ankle. Turning her attentions to the one she was holding, she grabbed his head at a fast rate. Grasping his head, she twisted it until it snapped like a twig. Hoping that killed him, she turned her attention to the last hunter.

“Cut off his head; that's the only sure bet to kill them.” This seems to move him. Before the blondie can recover from his shock, Alec pounces. He half shifts, and his large claws slice through his neck, severing tendons as if they were nothing but butter. His head falls to the ground. His body follows next. Even from a distance, I can clearly see his wide eyes staring at the sky, shock permanently etched on them.

My body shook with the heaviness of the shock and agony of the events. What happened? Somewhere along the stairway, I heard a loud bang as my head snapped towards the direction of the sound. Through my teary eyes, I saw the turquoise eyed man standing there, with a look of hollowness and vehemence plastered on his face.

The spike continued on its murderous journey, missing Cheng’s tilted head and sliding into Unscathed’s chest. Unscathed roared in pain. It wasn’t just the tip, the spike went in all the way to the wrist. Even if it had struck Cheng in the face, it would’ve gone through and impaled Unscathed on the other side. Which made sense. There could only be one winner and if Comfort had the chance to get a twofer with just one hit, he’d be a fool not to take it. Unscathed probably guessed this was Comfort’s intention and the fact Cheng had managed to dodge became a moot point. He released Cheng and grabbed the spike stuck in his chest with both hands. He pulled it out and a velvet curtain of black icho

If not for my body being secured by the seat belt, I would have been thrown forward, head slam into the dashboard, cracked skull, cut on my forehead, blood dripping down to my nose, dizziness and I'm petty sure I would have had a concussion as well by now. Dawn's main concern, however, was my sacrilegious joke. She let go of the breaks and the car began to roll forward slowly, thank God there were no other cars closely behind us and while that was happening she turned her entire body to face me and said in a grave manner, "Don't you EVER joke about such things again girlie... DON'T." Yup and there you have it. That, folks is Dawn, switching from jolly to serious at the mention of George Cloo

I said and lunged towards him as he screamed. I stuck the knives on either side of his throat as his eyes bulged in their sockets. I pulled the knives together and his head fell backwards, held on only by skin and his spinal cord. His body slumped down in slow motion and landed at my feet with a thud as I wiped the knives on my black pants and put them back in their holsters. “Nice,” Abeloth murmured and I knelt down next to his body. I took his head in my hands and yanked it away from his body. I heard the crunch as his spine snapped and I stood up. I walked through the trees until I reached the back of the Walmart and left his head in the dumpster at the back of the building.