Hydra Eyes Violated Hero の小説・ストーリー

Lionel couldn't stop himself from grinning briefly—it appears his patient is rather smarter than expected. For some seconds, Lionel persisted his gaze on Jinx, who's also staring at him intently. “Mr. Armstrong, isn't it natural for humans to heal after recuperation?” He asked tactfully. “Don't give me that fucking bullshit. The human cells aren't that great, y'know? Okay, let's put aside the kidney transplant. What about my eye? It was fucking clawed! How the hell do you explain this?” he bellowed as he pointed his index finger at his left eye. That's all healed up—it's perfectly fine. Before Lionel could respond, their discussion came to a halt as Leo waltzed in.

Though he was only heeding Dylan’s order of not shedding blood, I will have to punish him for it when I’m ready. When Hermes removed his hands from his right eye he could barely keep it open. Blood smeared it to the extent I couldn’t see the white part and his eyeball. A fresh wound ran diagonally from the side of his nose to the top of his eye, cutting across his brow. That eye has been blinded. But I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted to do more than just blind him. I wanted him to feel every ounce of pain he made Brianna feel. I wanted him to suffer for what he did to the head maid, my guards, the castle maids. Just because I didn’t get my hands on him doesn’t mean I won’t get them on him later.

She didn’t want to feel fear, but she did as her eyes darted all over, searching for what could’ve caused the shift in the atmosphere. She turned around to wake her captor, because she would die if he didn’t wake the hell up, but she stifled her scream when she looked at him. His eyes were wide open and his teeth were bared at an unseeing enemy. He was sweating profusely, and he was releasing strangled sounds. His expression was frozen in pain and the white of his eyes began to darken. Black veins began to stretch from his neck to his cheek to the area around his eyes, and Eleanor scuttled away from him. He was shifting? But hybrids couldn’t shift. The lores said they were nearly as useless

He had the upper hand — he was holding Achilles by the neck when a screeching scream broke the air and then vanished. Zahra. The Alpha froze in his spot, giving Achilles time to move away from his grip. And the fucker cowered and fucked off, taking his surviving men with him. "Mommy!" The twins were rushing to where Zahra was laying down, bleeding in the pool of her own blood. Her neck was ripped and no matter how much the twins were pushing her skin together, the bleeding wouldn’t stop. Riley was still frozen in his spot as I assisted the twins when Zahra tried to speak. "Riley..."

Meanwhile, the screen in front of Leon also changed. Choose your new character. Recommendations: Heracles. “This game leads to my death continuously. Herakles did manage to defeat the hydra, but eventually died from the poison of the hydra. I will choose Hercules, "said Leon. Claire finally chose Athena, because her clothes were much nicer than Persephone according to her. Suddenly, Claire felt like she knew a lot about the hydra. “Hydra is a nine headed dragon. The way to kill him, beheading then burning the base of his head, "said Claire.

He dropped his silver blade, his golden eyes wide with a horrific, paralyzing terror as he looked up through the falling snow. I stepped onto the chest of the fallen horse, my combat boots dripping with the blood of his vanguard. I reached down, my fingers locking around the collar of his silver plate armor, and with one brutal, unyielding hoist, I dragged him up until his terrified face was inches from mine. The crimson fire ringed by liquid gold inside my pupils swirled with a lethal, sovereign intensity. "Tell the High King," I whispered, my voice dropping into that terrifying, double-toned resonance that made the remaining soldiers in the meadow drop their weapons in sheer submission, "t

If that useless coward hadn't let you go earlier, I would've crushed your throat the moment I saw you. A dark stain spread across Leo's pants. I glanced down at the suspicious liquid on the floor. Disgust was written all over my face. "That's just filthy. I might as well get rid of it for you!" Before he could react, I drove my foot straight between his legs. He couldn't even scream. His body curled up like a worm and convulsed uncontrollably. After a moment of silence, people started screaming. "Help! Someone help!" "He's a monster. I don't want to die!"

Emerson POV The words sliced through the murmurs around me. They weren’t the worst ones. “Don’t look at her,” someone whispered urgently, too close to my ear. “Snake-eyes bring bad luck.” Another voice followed, lower, fearful. “That’s why the Alpha hates her. You don’t stare at things like that and survive.” My stomach twisted. Several pack members turned, their glares sharpening. Some looked away quickly, like my eyes might infect them if they lingered too long. One of them bared his fangs and lunged forward, his steps heavy and deliberate.

“What kind of sick prank is this? You think a few cheap effects will scare me? Nice try!” He’d been cursing nonstop since the game started. No matter how the veteran players in our group tried to explain, he was convinced we were all in on some elaborate scam. Now, glaring furiously, he marched right up to the stranger and shoved him. “I’m warning you! Let me out of here, or I’ll— What the hell?!” His hand went straight through the man’s body. He stumbled back, eyes wide, staring at his hand in horror—only to watch it dissolve into a red mist before his eyes.

he stated. Perry shifted by my side, and connected to my mind-link. “But isn’t she like, blind?” “I don’t think so,” I retorted, looking up at Elder Nyra. “No, those eyes are a gift from the goddess. She wasn’t born blind. When she was a child, she was abducted and tortured by wild rogues who injected some kind of toxic liquid in her cornea. Her pack found her, but also found something else. A moon mark on her chest that shocked them.”