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

“NO! No!” Eleand weakly knelt and vomited blood. Kharyn gently caressed his back while he punched the ground full of ash. The trees within the perimeter were burned as well, and there were no traces of Muhlerian Shadows. “Tell me this is not real!” He was still in denial. Eleand unbelievably stared at his hands, and his eyes moistened. “I-I killed Dad…and Erone, too.” His voice cracked. “Stop it, Eleand,” Kharyn said.

Lucian was tossing a lighter up and down, his unhinged blue eyes wide and scanning me from head to toe. "Look at that," Lucian chuckled, walking down the steps toward us. His steps were erratic, loose. "She's wearing the boss's hoodie. Did you break her already, Blackwood? "Back off, Lucian," Killian said, his voice dropping into that terrifyingly growl. He didn't get off the bike.

Both were built like seasoned wolves. One carried a handgun. Neither looked anything like students. But it wasn’t them that froze her blood. It was the unconscious figure slung over one man’s shoulder. Blood trickled from a fresh wound on his forehead. Liam. Daniela’s heartbeat exploded. Her claws shot from her fingertips. Her eyes blazed with murderous fury. She took one deliberate step forward. “I’ll only say this once.” Her voice cut through the night like sharpened steel. “Put him down.”

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."

Enzo asked and Callum nodded. "But Adam was killed due to me". He said, choking on his tears. It was still haunting him. "Adam had to be killed. Sooner or later. You are the Alpha's Luna. Blaze is Alpha and you know it. Being his mate you will be the Luna to guide the pack. And no one in the pack would have tolerated it. What Stephen did was a crime if it was under some normal situation. But Adam already had so much blood on his sleeves. Thats why the Originals, Ace and Zol were silent. Otherwise...". Enzo explained and Callum snapped his eyes in horror.

Claire screamed, a shriek of pure, shattering agony that tore through the stormy night. She dropped to her knees, throwing her body over her husband’s bleeding chest, sobbing hysterically as his hand gave one final, weak twitch before falling completely limp. The hitman didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. He turned the muzzle downward, aiming directly at the back of Claire's head. "A message for Blackthorn," the mercenary muttered coldly. BANG! BANG! The screaming stopped instantly. The living room fell into dead, suffocating silence, broken only by the sound of the freezing rain pouring through the shattered front door.

"She hates me... she wants me to bleed... but she would never lie about my blood!" The stranger behind the glass did not answer. He simply tucked the digital recorder into his heavy trench coat and pulled a sleek, military-grade suppressive pistol from his waistband. The barrel was fitted with an extended chamber designed specifically to fire heavy, fluid-filled darts containing concentrated silver-nitrate venom—a substance engineered to liquefy a Lycan’s internal organs from the inside out within sixty seconds. The assassin raised the weapon, aligning the laser sight directly with Alexander’s chest through the plexiglass.

But the rules in the underworld made it less surprising, the strong takes it all in our world. The strongest lion will bow when he stands before a stronger lion, that was the case with all these mafia heads. "I don't care how you all do it, but you all have to use your resources. Find this person called Black and bring him to me. He's tried to harm someone close to me far many times now and I will take pleasure in killing him with my own hands." "Your wish is our command Lord Morano!" ----------

Aaron smirked as his pleadings soothe him to some extent. "You didn't do anything?" Aaron asked with a smirk as Noah abruptly nodded his head as fear was evident in his eyes. "That's why I am giving you the most easy death." With that Aaron snaked his arm around Noah's neck and in a swift twisted it making the basement echoed with Alaina's screaming as Noah's head was no more the part of his body.

I lunged forward, the silver rope slipping down the shattered fragments of the chair as my hands, now heavily clawed and bleeding, came free in front of my chest. I dropped to the floor, my breath coming in ragged pants as I dragged myself toward the wall. Through the thick stone of the door, the muffled sound of a violent argument cut through the silence of the corridor. “The entire Blackthorn vanguard is hunting us, you idiot!” Detective Rowan Black’s voice was high, stripped of its usual smooth authority. “The Okoye Alpha has triggered the Blood Hunt! My badges won’t save us if his wolves cross into the heights!”