Hulk With A Red Lantern Ring の小説・ストーリー

"I mean, I can be funny when I want to be." "Because," Cassian said, still chuckling, "she doesn't even have a ring on her finger. What kind of cock and bull story is this?" Luca reached into his pocket in a heartbeat. "Wait a second....." He brought out a ring. An emerald-crested gold ring.

“I think you must be crazy, Mr. Sadharthe.” “Crazy for wanting to offer you my help? Crazy for wanting you to take this revenge on your hands? Crazy for wanting to protect you and your son with my power?” He said while he opened a little black box in front of her that saved a little ring with two diamonds in the middle, united for the infinite symbol. Back to his reality, Lucian looked at the woman in front of him and lowered his eyes a little until he could find her hands and in one of her fingers the silver ring she had accepted last night.

A wall of scarred muscle materialized from pillars, ginger crop under fluorescents, ice-blue eyes feral. Rourke Harlan. Gold pinky ring glinted as his fist slammed my shoulder, pinning me against the car hood. Cold steel kissed my throat—a knife, serrated edge nicking mahogany skin. "Boss plays rough, sweetheart. Drop it, or I'll carve that smart mouth shut."

Sedar said hoarsely, his eyes focused intently on the ring. "The Scarlet Halo is an 18-karat white gold oval ruby-centred diamond halo with a diamond shank. The gem is symbolic of romance, wealth, and success. Alluring and refined in equal measure" "I'll take it," Sedar drawled, passing him the ring with a lopsided grin on his face. "That sounds exactly like my wife." He pulled his credit card from his wallet and slid it across the table. "Do you want to know the cost, Mr Ozturk?" The elderly gentleman inquired, hesitating to swipe the card without first inquiring.

Although the arm guards were broken, the fact that they could block such a powerful strike was very impressive, and Mane would love to have something like that. “If this was the True Universe, I wouldn’t have glanced twice at something of such quality,” Mane smiled bitterly beneath his mask and said to Hildegarde. He missed his ring – a gift Uncle Jake had left him with. Apart from its ability to send him to other planets, it had a storage space filled with top tier weapons and armor. If he could access his ring, he wouldn’t have to worry about getting a good weapon. “Although the arm guards are impressive here, they wouldn’t amount to much in the True Universe,” Hildegarde agreed.

“If you’ve got a gi—, uh, shit, a disabled limb, don’t go on offense. No such thing as the best defense is a good offense if your carotid is in some bitch’s teeth. Understood?” He glowers at me. His eyes are strange. Hard. Unforgiving. But they’re also light denim blue and crinkled. And there’s a thin band of gold around his pupils. I’d never noticed the ring before the other night. It’s the color of his wolf’s eyes. A shiver zips up my spine. I tense. Is that heat? Oh, no. Please, no. I don’t ever want to feel that again.

“She needs to hunt.” Bastard! The leader - Lars I had heard his people call him - turned and looked at him. “Now isn’t that interesting? Sounds to me like you should go hunt her some food then! Hop to it!” Red glowered at him. “I’m not your dog.” Lars chuckled. “Could’ve fooled me.” And he lifted a device out of his pocket and aimed it at Red. He must’ve pressed a button or something because all of a sudden a shimmer of silver wavered around Red’s tan throat, and then, much to my curious surprise, a solid silver collared appeared.

Frank asked coolly. "Of course not." Howl smiled. "To make up for our mistake, we will…" Before Howl could finish, a light shot toward Frank from the distance. He caught it in reflex, and when he spread his palm, he saw that it was a piece of white jade, glowing in a strange red light. The ring on Frank's finger seemed to resonate as it glowed in emerald radiance, and soon, absorbed the red light in its entirety. At the same time, Frank felt a formless energy shooting through his limbs and was left staring at his ring in disbelief.

"I am the Shield." He pulls me closer. He steps into my space, his chest brushing against my breasts. I can feel the heat radiating off him, burning through the thin silk of my dress. "I bind the body," he says. He releases my wrist and reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants. He pulls out a ring. It isn't platinum like Aureliano’s. It isn't delicate. It is a band of dark, matte tungsten. Heavy. Indestructible. It looks like a piece of a tank.