Gerard Valkyrie Bleach の小説・ストーリー

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

Baltazar catches the cake before it falls to the floor and starts eating with a mischievous smile. Shaking her head, she approaches the young couple and says: - it's the only job the other person has and still complains about. We carry the baby, and they have to spoil us. Nothing more. – she says, putting his arm around the crook of Romeo's arm and taking him to the table. - I have a reserve of type A blood for you. Baltazar bought it for me, but I promised only to drink animal blood until all hybrids were free. - That's why you're always weak. Crazy promise. A pureblood drinking animal blood. – Baltazar says, but Valkyrie ignores him and pours the blood packet into a glass.

He simply handed her the belt. Turning, she walked back over to Holly and handed it to her. “Go over to the couch and bend over the arm,” the redhead ordered. “I hear you like that position.” Valerie nodded once before turning and doing as she was told. As soon as she reached the arm of the couch, she bent over, sticking her ass up in the air as she gripped the edge of the cushion. Never before had she felt so vulnerable, so exposed. From her position, she could see Damien, sitting at the table, watching her. Still, his expression remained unreadable. That scared her even more. She would be able to handle what was coming if she knew he desired for her to endure it, that this was all part of

Lancaster raised his eyebrows in slight surprise when he heard me greet Alice. "I don't want to get in your way, Gregory ... " Alice replied, "But he's under my protection at the moment." "Uh-huh, Nick told me already." Without letting go of my hand, I turned my head behind me. Alice was standing a few steps behind me leaning on the kitchen counter. She was wearing a dark blue dress that was torn at the hem ... I won't ask why. Valkyries are very dangerous creatures, they have strength and beauty which are the main weapons in killing their prey. I prefer to call it prey, since most of the victims of the Valkyries are ... men.

she said to herself. She looked carefully at one of the frozen warrior. At the nape of his neck, she found a round symbol with a beam of blue light in the middle. She summoned her Valkyrie weapon and shot at the nape of their necks one by one. The warriors melted down leaving behind pools of fluid metal that eventually evaporated.

she said to herself. She looked carefully at one of the frozen warrior. At the nape of his neck, she found a round symbol with a beam of blue light in the middle. She summoned her Valkyrie weapon and shot at the nape of their necks one by one. The warriors melted down leaving behind pools of fluid metal that eventually evaporated.

The air softens and people start moving again and organizing. When the crowd thins, only a few remain—Kael, Roman, Zeke, me… and one man I haven’t seen before. He’s tall. Too tall, honestly. His eyes are a beautiful violet shade, his skin pale but not sickly. There’s something quietly dangerous about him, like the air freezes a little when he moves. Kael gestures toward him. “This is Valen Cross,” he says. “General of the vampire fighters.” Vampire. He's a vampire. He's...just what I imagined a vampire to look like. Sinfully beautiful, but dark and...cold.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.