Huntress Nightwing の小説・ストーリー

“It’s best to come with us before the others find you.” Others? “Listen, I think you have the wrong girl. I’m just a bounty hunter.” I pushed Lukas a little, and I took in the men in front of us. They were all wearing the same clothing style as the men who had met us in the bar close to the industrial sector, but what stood out was a small pin they all had on their left breast—an owl in flight. They were Noctua. Another man came forward and flashed me a picture. My picture.

I asked. “I saw a man who believed he still had a claim. Like he still has possession of you.” “I am not a possession!” I defended. “You are my Luna,” Hayden said with a faint smile. “And that makes me what? A symbol? A trophy?” I asked. “It makes you the face of Nightwing,” he replied. “And what does that make me as a woman?” I asked, but he did not answer. “Say it,” I push. “What does it make me?”

139 They sat down across from each other. Even while sitting, Rhayghar appeared huge. Vera couldn't help but slip her hands around his arm and pull it in her lap. She titled her head to rest it on his arms and inhaled deeply. "You know I am the Rogue Huntress, the renowned she-wolf who's taken the responsibility of the world in her own hands. It wasn't planned, though." Her lips upturned in memories as she narrated how it all started.

Her entire body throbbed with deep, deep exhaustion, and despite all her tactical maneuvers over the past hour, she hadn’t managed to land a single decisive blow. Nimrod was a formidable adversary, a highly decorated ex-navy officer who had spent decades mastering lethal hand-to-hand combat. His movements were calculated, efficient, and devastatingly precise. Against him was Seven—just a seventeen-year-old girl. On paper, it was a laughable matchup. What real chance did a scrawny teenage apprentice have against a seasoned military veteran who was practically built for warfare? Think, Seven! she fiercely reprimanded herself, biting the inside of her cheek until the copper taste of blood groun

At the far side of the sacred hall, hidden beneath the silver glow of the moonstones, another pair of eyes watched the ceremony in silence. She stood tall among the werewolves, her beauty sharp and untouchable like winter frost. Long dark hair flowed down her back in soft waves, and her amber eyes burned with something far more dangerous than anger. She wore a deep crimson gown stitched with the symbol of the Blood Moon pack, marking her as one of the highest-ranking she-wolves in the kingdom. Her name was Cassandra Nightvale. The daughter of a powerful beta family. The Alpha’s closest companion. And the woman Damian truly wanted beside him.

"I am ready, Arcturus. Let us face whatever challenges come our way, and may the power of the moon guide us to victory." Arcturus nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Then let us go to battle, Princess. For the moon is full, and our time is now." I felt a surge of confidence and power. We led our pack into battle, the moon shining brightly above us. As we clashed with Rocco's followers, I could feel the moon's energy coursing through me. I raised my hands, and a beam of silver light shot out, striking our enemies with precision and force. Arcturus fought alongside me, his teeth and claws gleaming in the moonlight.

I opened it in my private chambers, Kael and Lyra present as witnesses. The handwriting was elegant, feminine, and unfamiliar: *Aria Moonstone,* *You do not know me, but I knew Selene Moonborn before she became the creature you called the Moon Shadow. My name is Cassandra Nightwhisper, and I am what she was before Morgana broke her. I am a Lunar Wolf.* *I have been in hiding for forty years, suppressing my nature, living as a simple omega in a remote pack. I watched from the shadows as you destroyed the Council, built your assembly, and changed our world. I thought perhaps the hunts were truly over. That I could reveal myself safely.*

JESSICA The forest was silent, too silent. The moon hung above like a watchful eye, painting the world in silver and shadow. I swung my blade again and again, each strike slicing through the air with desperate precision. Sweat clung to my skin and burned, but I didn't stop. I couldn’t bring myself to stop because all I could think of was revenge. It was ringing in my mind like a bell. Every breath was a reminder of the day the werewolves came. They had taken everything from me. My family, my joy. All that I have left was my uncle and my wonderful friend Mel. My uncle taught me how to fight, how to hide, and how to hate.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

But Hunter’s anger never stopped there because he still attacked the two giant fighters in front of him and killed them one by one by ripping their body parts to pieces. All were silent and shocked but seconds passed until the Lester and the Black Haw soldiers made a deafening uproar and I saw how they attacked my husband in the middle of the pit. Everything turned into chaos as Lester and Black Haw started attacking the Midnight people and the cliff suddenly filled with screams and battle cries. “PROTECT OUR LUNA!” one of the Midnight Generals cried as they dragged me away from the pit, dragging me to safety. “No! Let go of me! I can’t leave Hunter in that pit! Stay away!!!” I beg them, str