Hexed の小説・ストーリー

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

He cocked his head at me, “Excuse me?” “That girl was terrified and scared. She doesn’t look like she killed someone.” Her large eyes when she woke up. I just wanted to get her out of the cage, still do. “Hexeon, is a condition that witches can get when working with too much power, spells, ingredients. She was working on a large spell. Hexeon causes the witch to have dark thoughts, wanting to destroy everything, and will tell lies to get what they want. It’s like when a werewolf turns on a full moon. Its instincts are to kill. Witches with Hexeon, is similar but with educated mind to do dark. The bracelets will keep her powers in check, but I advise to keep her in the cage, for your own safe

I could not even tell what colour the hair was on the mangled head anymore, just that he had a bit of a balding issue now. Corbin and his goons laughed, impressed with the macabre sight that their pack mate prick had created. “I think that he’s gunna have a bit of trouble healing that one.” A humoured male voice from my left joked, causing more laughs to envelope me. I felt all the remaining blood drain from my face, I felt numb and sickened to my core. I staggered backwards as dizziness started to consume me, before it was lights out and the floor jumped up to meet me.

The Hex trail went live in the European Biochemical Research Index on a bitter Thursday morning. Alistair's global digital monitoring team flagged the upload within forty-five minutes of its release—not because his analysts were routinely reading academic papers on pharmaceutical trials, but because the underlying cyber-signature on the journal’s submission portal carried a unmistakable peripheral echo of the encryption architecture Hex had used to breach Thorne Global's primary servers eighteen months ago. It was brilliant. A single, stylized structural choice in the metadata layer that served as a digital fingerprint.

“All four of you are under a Quad-hex.” What the fuck! “No, we're not.” I insist. I would have known if that was true. A Quad-hex is a kind of spell that requires making use of one’s personal belongings. If anyone uses my personal belongings to cast a spell, I will know. “You are. A Quad-hex made by a Netherlord is both lethal and nearly undetectable unless by a fellow Netherlord.” Oh my fucking gods! Is she… As if reading my mind, Bethany shakes her head. “I'm not a Netherlord. Maybe something close.”

"But dude, I said I'm sorry. It hasn't gotten to this" "Of course it has. You know I forgot to add the phrase, 'again' to my first sentence. You know this is the third time you'll be doing this shit. I've caught you twice and I spared you 'cause you promised you weren't gonna do this shit anymore, but here you are caught red handed. You deserve to rot in hell, man. You fucking know that when you take these things, it's gonna cause a glitch in the sales and what's worse? You'll become a traitor to X-habit. Scratch that! You're already one. Move your broke ass upstairs" "But man-"

The message read: Keep digging, and you’ll regret it. To be continued...

Looking back up at us, Gina explains, "Hex bags can be used for protection or other, more malicious activities. Always remember a protection hex bag that will ward off all demons and angels need two chicken bones, an unbroken spider egg, equal quantities of both lavender and hemp as well as goofer dust. Goofer dusk is used as another word for graveyard dust since it is mixed with snakeskin and sulfur to create a substance that is normally used to keep hell hounds away from you, however not for very long." She tosses the hex bag in my direction and I catch it delicately. "That is what a normal hex bag would look like, however if you are an experienced witch," she pauses and snaps her fingers,

“The Hexad School was founded by the Six orthodox sects. They have been in the world of martial arts for thousands of years, and each sect has their own unique skills, including the Shaolin’s Body Transformation Scripture, or the Wudang’s Tai chi skills, and even Emei’s Nine Yin White Bone Claw. These are all of their secret manuals. A student who can master any of these could easily survive the world of martial arts.” “These manuals are not available for anybody to learn,” she added, “They were kept in the library’s basement. Since you’re the highest donor, Hexad’s has allowed you to enter the basement to pick a manual to practice.” Until now, Katherine could not believe that Darryl—the lau

Lorenzo. His dark silhouette filled Maxine’s vision before it faded. He lowered the blunt object he’d used to knock her out, jaw clenched. “You,” I snarled, snapping back into my own body, eyes flaring open. He looked up, knowing exactly what I had done. Knowing exactly whose mind I had invaded. His voice came out like a growl of thunder: “Stay out of her head. Humans are not for us to control.” I smiled slowly, coldly.