Homelander Kills Black Noir の小説・ストーリー

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

His men did as they were commanded, and silver bullets flew with dazzling velocity, hitting Zander and another of his men in the head. Nick, Nadine, Juan and Lorenzo took cover behind some of the cabinets in the dining room and could only hear Jonathan and his men kill the two remaining lycanthrope scouts, one by putting three bullets in his heart, the other by slitting his throat with a silver stiletto. Jonathan laughed as he did it, enjoying the sound of blood gurgling from the dying lycanthrope's mouth. “How did you find out what was going on?” Juan asked as he held his pistol.

"And i have told you numerous times that i can't do such thing, Salvatore killed mom and dad just to take those resources, He was working under them but greed and selfishness made him killed them,I was so little then although he killed them in front of me, you weren't there. After killing them, he ran away and when you came back you saw me with the knife and blood from Mom and Dad, you believed i killed them. You hated me even after explaining in details that i didn't do such thing, you paid deaf ears to what i told you and stormed out of the Mansion and didn't come back for years still threatening me when you see by chance. I don't know how Salvatore lied to you that i was the one showing y

His inner beast is completely consumed by anger, roaring loudly at the stone walls, "That absolute bastard stray ruined everything with one single move! My pack lost it all today!" Noah's death did not bother his cold heart at all. His mind had already planned to sacrifice that weak pawn anyway the second Lydia started suspecting the senior executives. What infuriated his blood was how incredibly close his own name had come to being exposed to the guards. If his hands had not taken the massive risk of attacking Noah's head against the table, his body would probably be facing a life sentence inside the Blackfang Citadel right now. "Lydia might be smart, but with my backer's secret strategy, m

He was still watching me closely, as if trying to determine where my loyalties truly lay. Smart man. The truth was, I had no intention of being a pawn in their war. I was here for my own reasons—to take down the DeLucas for what they did to my family. Their conflict with the Morettis was secondary to me. But now, with Nico Moretti stepping into the picture, things were shifting. I didn’t like dealing with unknown variables, and right now, he was the biggest one of them all. “I’ll review the logistics of our deal and get back to you,” I said, standing up. “But if this war between your families is about to explode, I suggest you clean up your mess before it gets in my way.”

“Because their sick behavior was ruining innocent lives, and drove my sister away, I killed my parents, with no help, just me and my rage, I killed them and since the elder council was also backing up this whole evil sacrifice plan, I approached the king and queen, with my mom and dad dead, and the lycans backing me up, we managed to convince the alphas from the other regions to prepare themselves for the war that was to come, I obliterated the council. One by one I went after each and every one of them completely destroyed any trace of their existence, and when they were gone, the outbreak we had expected from the vampires didn’t come, things have been quiet for some years I guess this it n

“Secrecy has protected us for three hundred years. How do you think your rescuers would react to discovering the Dark Lands and the Haunt? The television reporters would become involved, the military, your late government. Use your imagination.” She shivered. He was painting an ugly picture. “Just let us go, then.” Her voice had gotten smaller. “No.” He didn’t qualify it or try to soothe her sensibilities. He looked back at his work. “You may go.” “What about Jasmine? You promised not to hurt her.” He met her gaze with eyes the color of polished bronze. “I haven’t touched her.” She heard the subtle emphasis. Seriously spooked, she shut herself in her room and paced. When she’d worked up enou

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

Ronan was standing nearby, watching me, his expression unreadable. I turned to Kael, my voice steady. "He didn't lie. Every death you've been investigating, I was the killer. Kelvin, the representative from Israel that came for the nuclear weapon you wanted to talk about—I knew I couldn't let you have that power, so I killed him. It started from him. And it has continued and continued and continued. And it would have ended with your head. But somehow, this fool—" I turned to Ronan, waving the gun toward him, "—tried to ruin my plan. Tried to take my victory away from me." I turned the gun back toward Kael. "But it hasn't ended. It will never end. Not until you leave this world by my hands."

they all murmured. My heart was racing . He was staring at me his face unreadable, cold,powerful. His eyes scanned the group, then landed on me. “You,” he said, pointing. My legs locked in place. “You don’t have a partner?” I didn’t answer. He walked closer. Too close. “I’m Alpha Noah. The new Alpha of Blackwood,” he said, holding out his hand. I slapped it away. “You!” I shouted. “You killed my mother!”