Jaw Titan Falco の小説・ストーリー

The strange energy swept out, instantly trapping the massive golden python into the pot. "Squawk..." With an ear-piercing squawk, a huge shadow loomed over the sky. A silver-crested wolf falcon, with an outstretched wingspan of 100 meters, swooped down from the clouds. Faint thunder and lightning accompanied its beating wings, and as its wings flapped, two purple plasmas hacked down on the heads of Ding Hao and Tianshu. "Haha, this chick can go with the stewed little snake. Great!"

The figure covered the sun as a strong, fierce wind started blowing. Everyone looked up to see a giant falcon dashing toward the sky. Its wings were probably five to six meters long when it was fully spread out and its claws were as sharp as a pair of iron hooks. They could probably slash through metal with ease. "What on earth...” Everyone thought as they were petrified by what they saw and their throats went dry. "Rest assured, they won't hurt anyone." Titan said. Everyone nodded, yet they still picked up their pace.

Falco said, quickly looking at me with apologetic dark eyes. I swallowed the lump that leapt in my throat as Quinton, my wolf, whimpered in the back of my mind. Kaden looked at Falco with his brows raised in shock. "Dude. That's harsh." "I'm sorry. I really am," Falco paused to kick a small rock and we all watched it roll under the rhododendron. "But I'm right, and you all know it. He was rejected by an Omega from another pack just because his parents were rogues from the most sexist pack in the country, and then they decided to become members of Moon Rain."

He felt weakened and couldn't reach out to his dark energy. "I just hope you ain't trying to fart." Elsa jested with a straight face. "What's it, Jake?" Michael asked, trying to sound normal, but they could still hear the fury in his voice. "I can't pop my wings out. I think it's the iron shackles." Jacob said, his eyes were darting the wall in front of him. "Of course you can. You're not a wolf, neither are you a raven. You're a pterolycus, so these things shouldn't have any effect on you. You can do it." Michael assured.

O'Kent thrust a pair of dice into Warren's hands, “My disgruntled friend here thinks I am cheating him at this dice game. I say he has sour grapes because I am on fire right now. I'm Jack O'Kent, the man who beat the devil twice, and a member of the Scald Crow, and you are?” The dice rattled around Warren's closed fist, “Warren Vandal, wielder of the eidolon,” He tossed the dice and got a one and three, “The dice don't look weighted from where I sit,” Warren said. The guard eyed Warren with suspicion and then Jack, “How do I know you two haven't met before?” In an instant, the Spiritual form of Archon landed in the middle of the circle. The spiritual griffin glared at the people who dared to