Ha Na Uncanny Counter の小説・ストーリー

The military also rushed out quickly to protect all the other exits and entrances in the building. “Humans are so stupid, aren't they? Even in the face of death, they still wouldn't miss the chance to stare at a good-looking body. I don't blame them, though; your legs do look really delicious. I'm sure the demons down at the abyss would really enjoy devouring them,” THE UNKNOWN said with a smirk. Anaya's brows furrowed, and she clenched her fist tightly, waiting for him to attack. Her golden yellow aura rose out of her skin into the air like smoke, and her eyes glowed brightly.

Anna said calmly finally stepping away from the corrupted console. As she moved, her amber and gold aura began to pulse subtly beneath her skin, the soft luminescence tracing the veins along her forearms and neck. It was an innate defense mechanism, a localized heat signature countering the freezing, unnatural draft that was currently seeping through the stone floorboards and numbing their boots.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

"You cannot parallel park." "I have a driver in New York. It never came up." "You run a fourteen billion dollar company and you cannot parallel park." "Correct." Something moved in his expression the thing that lived just before a smile. "Your turn." She looked at him. "I name the plants in my apartment." "All of them?" "There are four. Gerald, Stephanie, Patricia and New One." She paused. "New One arrived in September and hasn't done anything notable enough to earn a proper name yet."

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

Nicolai said while averting his gaze with cold expression. Steven clenched his fists was if he wanted to punch himself for acting weird. His girlfriend called his name but he didn't answer. He just take his seat again and look at Nicolai time to time. Unfortunately, Nicolai didn't care about him and just focused on his job as personal assistant to Owen. "Excuse me, do you have some cucumbers here?" After a while, Nicolai asked Celine. "Yeah! It's on the kitchen. Let me get some for you.."

"She said we were destined to have no children, so she used her lifespan to trade for Brandon... The countdown was the countdown to her death, not Brandon's..." "Destined to have no children? But... but we had Heidi!" Mom covered her mouth in disbelief. I nodded too. Yeah, that's ridiculous. The countdown started as soon as I was born. How could they get it wrong? Dad paused when he heard this. He said doubtfully, "Maybe Mom was delirious from her illness?" Then, his eyes reddened again, "But, Brandon's..." "Impossible, we couldn't have made a mistake! I'm going back to get a clear answer from her!"

A sharp scream from Lilian Wolfhart cut through the chatter, bringing the entire room to a sudden halt. Alicia Wolfhart's face turned ashen. Alicia was Lilian's sister, and her mate was Lucas Nightshade, one of the Elders of the Scarlet Flame pack. With one arm wrapped around the visibly shaken Lilian, she snapped at me, "The Alpha hasn't even spoken yet. What gives a worthless she-wolf like you, who's lost her wolf spirit, the right to interrupt?"

Mane frowned as he confirmed his hypothesis. With his superior senses just a sniff was enough to allow him to identify if the raw materials used to make the counter were plant based or animal based; natural minerals or artificial stones. What Mane discovered was the breath of a beast so strong that his own blood trembled from taking in its aura. With his spiritual energy Mane was able to ascertain that the counter was indeed special; and this made him curious about the woman behind the counter.

“There you are…” With a swift sequence, he isolated the payload and injected his own creation. “Counter-worm. It’ll reverse the encryption, then burn itself out.” Onscreen, the process bar crawled forward: 10%… 27%… 54%… 78%… Nayla’s hands twisted nervously. “Will it finish before they notice?” “That depends on what they’re doing right now.” 89%… 93%… Then the screens flickered. Darkness. A single line appeared in stark white letters: