Izumi Curtis Fullmetal Alchemist 소설 & 이야기

Something strange stirred beneath my skin—a prickling heat that spread like wildfire through my veins, My body went into spams, My vision blurred as I stumbled to my knees, it seemed as though the world was tilting dangerously around me, my bones cracking and reshaping with agonizing intensity. Fur sprouted from my skin, coarse and pearly white, my limbs contorting into a new form. And then I shocked myself, a raspy snarl tore from my throat, My fingers curled into claws, I could feel my senses sharpened, the world now painted in stark contrasts of light and shadow from the normal colours I was used to.

Kuro saw his little brother face paled so he anxiously made a metal cover, wanting to cover his little brother from the increasing gravity around them. But then, the metal cover was crumpled like how students crumpled their paper when irritated at the score that was shown to the top as Cuzo finally found an answer to be used as his response. "Because i know if I ask you directly that I wanted you to unite with me dominating the world, you would find me stupid and will directly touch me with your hands, that I know by what Apella know a little bit of information about your ability she had gathered had shown me will be, erasing me directly to this world" Cuzo inhaled but accidentally suck the

Momentarily, he sat zoned out before answering, "Micah needs you afraid of me." "Why?" "Because I cursed him and then cured him. He wanted you to be his mate." "You're talking as if I understand your language. Make me understand, Jude." "I need to mate, but Micah tricked me into cursing him so he could mate with you before I could." Still confused, I sat squinting. He sighs, "You're changing. My bite cursed you, so I must cure you like I cured him." I stutter, "I-I'm ch-changing?"

In a blur of honey-colored fur, Jason Donovan joined the fight, snapping at Curtis with his slathering jaws. “You bloody little traitor!” Curtis bellowed, rage fueling his strength as he ripped his claws through Jason’s abdomen, blood spraying in a wide arc as the Lycan went down. Leaping over Jason’s body, Curtis started to launch himself at Razl with his claws extended, going in for a kill strike, when suddenly there was a furious, harrowing cry behind the Lycan. In the next instant, Curtis’s body gave a violent shudder as the sound of gunshot tore through the air, and he dropped to his knees on the ground, a gushing hole torn through the center of his chest. Lifting his gaze, Razl was stu

Aria Pov In six days I shall be destroyed by the crescent moon. I am cuffed with the metal closing round my wrists, feeding off the energy of my wolf. Before me is the Seven Tower Gate, a dark monolith whose ancient power smothers mine. I'm a mutant-an impending bomb-a danger to my pack.

I was greeted with the sight of Jax holding the beaten form of Seamus Curtis and Guinivere struggling to hold his brother Ronald. She looked like she could use the help, so I shaped and pushed my magic out to bind the man, leaving him suspended and immobile. Guin gave me a curt nod and backed herself to the corner of the room. Jax must have broken the news to her because I didn’t get so much as a smile from her. Holding Ronald Curtis in place I turned my eyes to Seamus. Even in his captured state he stared out at me through eyes full of disdain and contempt. I was everything he hated, and it was obvious as I stand here in front of everyone with my fangs pronounced and my wings showing huge a

Curtis murmured. He confessed that the only time he could touch me was when I was in heat. I felt a surge of annoyance. The original Alruna was such a fool. She preferred wildflowers over the rare blooms you kept safe and close. She didn’t know how to treasure what was precious. Good-looking, hardworking, skilled in combat, responsible... I gulped as my gaze slid down his neck, past his chest, and to his defined abs. Curtis tensed when I leaned in and bit the side of his neck—just hard enough to leave a mark. His arms tightened around me when I licked the spot afterward.

“Gallow! Roo! Give me a hand!” Curtis took one more, quick look around the truck. Where are you, Jeannine? He didn’t find her . . . . . . but he found the Golem. Charley lay in a heap surrounded by pieces of the undead. A shriveled zombie/zonbi hand clawed uselessly at the road next to him. Curtis kicked the hand away, then fell to his friend’s side. The Golem looked torn to shreds, but there was no blood to see. “Charley!” said Curtis. “How bad?”

He had discarded his fur-lined jerkin, leaving his broad, muscular torso exposed to the chill air, his lower half still clad in riding leathers. "I would dismantle my entire standing for your favor... I care nothing for the mockery of the Lunar Law if your beast would take mine," he murmured like a madman, his fingers tracing the runic glass. He shifted his bulk slightly to the left, providing Emily with an unobstructed view of the projection. The breath died in her throat. Smiling back from the glowing matrix was the unmistakable, striking image of an unclad Lucas Montgomery, his golden eyes radiating the effortless dominance of his Alpha lineage.

Koushi elbowed Lutz and huffed at him. “I'll ignore that comment if you can help me find something, Lutzaen. You're the best alchemist and formulator I've seen other than Mufasa. Please, have you heard of a cure for Touch-me-not poison or can you formulate one with your century plus experience in alchemy?” The room went dead quiet immediately. Even Wayne stayed still and waited for Lutz's answer. “Touch-me-not has no known cure, Flamera. It can't be formulated. I believe you've asked me this when you first arrived?”