How Does Black Noir Kill Homelander の小説・ストーリー

"The king wants a human child to inherit the kingdom, this is simply a disgrace to us, she must be killed." Another man replied. My hand, which was about to close the window, lifted and lowered. A black shadow flew out from behind me. Before the two men had time to react, they were instantly knocked away and were ashes before they hit the ground. The black shadow returned quickly and stopped beside me. I jerked my head back, only to realize it was Noah . "You ...... you killed them?" I asked, looking at the unusually calm Noah . "They tried to kill you, it was already their sin."

“Marcus Blackwood, you have forty-eight hours. Kill the boy and bring us proof, or we will send Elara to kill you both. The Hunter is coming, and we will not be destroyed because of your heart.” Marcus didn’t say a word. He turned and walked out of the cathedral, the air outside feeling like ice against his skin. He pulled out his phone, his fingers typing over Noah’s name. He wanted to tell him to run. He wanted to tell him everything. But as he stood there in the dark, a red dot appeared on the brick wall right next to his head. A laser sight. Marcus dove behind a dumpster just as a suppressed shot sound through the air, shattering the brick where his head had been seconds ago.

I wiped my nose and froze when I saw the dark blood on my hand. The venom had spread through my whole body. Mom hurriedly handed me a tissue. "What's happening? Why is it black?" A wave of sadness rose in me. "If I died one day, would you be sad?" Dad shot me a hard look. "What nonsense is that?" Mom scolded me too. "Clara, don't say such awful things. You're perfectly healthy. How could you die? If you keep this up, we're going to be angry."

Still, nothing. I glanced over to the corner where a hot fire crackled, the rod bearing the Luciano family emblem glowing red in the flames. Without hesitation, I seized the rod, its heat searing through my gloves, and walked toward Amando, my first target. His wide, fearful eyes met mine, but he was too late to beg. The pain was about to speak for him. I placed the hot rod on his exposed chest, the contact making him scream in agony. My favourite kind of music.

"YOU BASTARDS!" The roar shattered the air, instantaneous and violent. Sienna jolted, frantically grabbing her dress from the floor to cover herself. Standing in the threshold was Dominic Blackwood. His face was no longer human; his eyes were bloodshot, the veins in his neck bulging with a lethal rage. In his hand, he gripped a black handgun, aimed squarely at Killian’s head. Dominic hadn't left the city. He had circled back. He had set a trap.

"The blood is not red at all! It is turning as black as a shadow wolf!" "You see that, Liam? Your nose knows nothing," I say, watching Liam's face turn as red as a hot coal while everyone stares at him. "Even if it is poison, Derek, she is just a tiny pup," Noah Raeken says, wrinkling his brow. "If you drain all that black blood out, her heart will stop beating before the poison is gone anyway." "You are right for once, Master Noah, which is why we must push fresh true alpha blood into her other side while the bad blood runs out."

"Do you think you've won, Kane? You have only delayed the inevitable! Xander never wavered in his concentration. Blackwood fired again, forcing him to run behind a car. In the panic room, Isabella wept silently and prayed over the twins. The sound of gunfire made her shudder, but she forced herself to keep her cool for Liam and Elena. There was silence at last after what felt like hours of fighting. Xander emerged from hiding and pointed his rifle at Blackwood, the last survivor. "You've lost," said Xander coldly. "It's finished." Blackwood laughed chillingly. "You can't kill me, Kane. Even if you do, someone else will take my position. Your family's safety will never exist. Even though Xand

The black glass dagger descended, a streak of obsidian darkness in the witch-light of the Ossuary. Damon Carter struck with the precision of a butcher and the hatred of a brother scorned. The blade bit deep into the base of Ryan’s skull, a killing blow meant to sever the spine and extinguish the flicker of life sustaining the monstrous transformation.

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!”

I swallowed the knot in my throat, then washed it down with a gulp of chilled wine. “How did she die?” Jada’s plump lips were knitted tightly together, “She was assassinated. Single bullet to the head.” “So they’re human?” “No,” Alpha Nox replied again. “They’re one of us, a wolf. They use their ability to kill. For a while…” A sharp breath escaped him. “For awhile people were suspecting I had something to do with it. The Puppet master and I have similar abilities.” “You can control people, right?” I then grinned sheepishly, “I may have looked you up while we were eating dinner.”