Is Black Noir Stronger Than Homelander の小説・ストーリー

This wasn't desperation - it was calculated hunger for power taken to its logical extreme. "Remember, Senator, a hybrid's strength lies in deception, not direct confrontation," Dante reminded him. "Even with your enhanced abilities, you cannot match a full vampire or alpha werewolf in open combat." "Then I won't fight fair." Blake's voice was getting stronger, though whether that was a good sign remained unclear. "I'll use every advantage available." The dreamwalk began to fade around the edges, reality bleeding back in. But Blake's final words followed me back to consciousness.

Maybe I’ll stand there and watch everyone else be claimed while I remain unchosen, unwanted. I swallow hard and carry a tray of drinks across the room, pretending my heart isn’t trying to beat its way out of my chest. Then the door at the far end opens. The room goes quiet in a wave. He walks in like he owns the floor, the walls, the air. Liam Blackwood. Future Alpha of Nightfall Pack. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair pushed back carelessly, eyes the color of a storm over the mountains. Power rolls off him in waves, thick and heavy, pressing against my skin.

No one could know that we were weak. I have never seen how Noah behaves in front of others that weren’t in his inner circle. He has shown me his vulnerable side. Weiland and Dexter are certainly aware of it, and I have a feeling that Noah isn't the kind who’ll kill Omegas simply because one of the higher ranking wolves showed that they had a weakness or two. Not that any of these Lycans will ever begin to call something as horrible as a stillborn or a grieving Luna 'weakness.' They are too old, too experienced, and too kind for that.

And for a moment, the predatory lust in his heart was replaced by something much more dangerous: respect. "Well," Killian whispered, his own shift beginning to take over as his skin rippled with black fur and gold light. "If we’re going to die in the Gray, at least we’ll do it covered in their blood." The two most powerful outcasts in North Carolina stood side-by-side on the narrow bridge, a Blackwood Alpha and a Devonshire Hybrid, facing down an army of shadows.

that settled over the hangar like a blanket. "You are safe," I whispered into their minds. "The cage is gone." But as the last pod opened, a different kind of chill hit the room. It wasn't Astra’s ice. It was a void. A boy, no older than twelve, sat up. His eyes were entirely black—no iris, no pupil. And where the others projected fear or rage, he projected nothing. "Who is he?" I asked Hecate. The old woman’s face paled. "He is the 'Null.' The Council’s answer to your father’s royalty. If you are the light that leads the pack, Rose, he was designed to be the darkness that swallows it."

“That’s why I was the rightful Alpha, the king!” “Rightful?” I growl, twisting out of his grip and delivering a swift blow to his side. “You betrayed your own kind, Noah! That’s not strength—that’s cowardice.” He snarls, his eyes blazing. “Cowardice? No, Lorenzo, I simply saw the truth. This pack was weak. Soft. Vampires are stronger.” “You were the weak one, Noah,” Nyx’s voice cuts through the noise. She charges at him from the side, her claws slicing toward him. Noah dodges, barely avoiding her strike, but I see a flicker of fear in his eyes.

Either way, I am glad he’s here. “It says here that the wolves that we acquire are classified according to their strengths. The black wolf… one of the rare kinds and one of the strongest as well. The only werewolves who acquire black wolves are those who have direct Lycan blood.” Alden nods, listening intently. “Come to think of it, you have a black wolf, right?” I ask while flipping through the pages. Alden smiles. “Yes. My wolf’s name is Noir. He can be a little shit sometimes.” He pauses for a bit and briefly closes his eyes as if he’s talking to his wolf. “But he’s very reliable.”

And we need to unite as wolfs ! Xander- black how long have you known? Black- 3 days! Xander- and you said nothing? Are you working with them? Black- no! Hell no .. how can you ask me that! Xander- i want him in chains till i am sure his on our side! Lori- you will have to chain me up too! Xander- no! And my word is final! Lori- why? Xander- because I AM THE ALPHA OF BLOODMOON AND YOU IN MY LAND !

Bruce finally realized why Tiger spoke so highly of Andrius. Andrius was worthy—more than worthy actually. He grabbed Sonia’s hand and bowed once more at Andrius before they slowly left. On the way back, after walking for a full ten minutes, Bruce said, “Sonia, did you notice that the Noir guy is powerful, but he seems to take orders from Mr. Moonshade.” “I noticed.” Sonia nodded. “If Noir can easily kill all those assassins…” Bruce’s expression turned serious, “That means Mr. Moonshade is even better than Noir!”