Jinx X Silco の小説・ストーリー

Quincy’s eyes widened the second she saw Zion standing beside me. “Zion?” she repeated slowly as she walked up to us with her hand firmly wrapped around her teddy bear. I hated seeing her with it. Did Silas win it for her? Zion’s fingers tightened around mine for the briefest second before he let go calmly. Silas stared at us, his eyes lingering on our hands for a second before he looked up. "I didn't expect to see both of you here," Quincy started as she tightened her hand on Silas's. "This is Silas Sinclair, my special friend. Silas, this is Zion, the top male student at the medical school. "

The huntsman looked up, eyes reflecting both loyalty and surprise. “I need your help,” Ryker said, stepping close. “You brought Trixie to me that night and started everything. Now, that bond needs strength again.” He paused, meeting Droco’s steady gaze. “Silas is coming, his forces marching. We’ll need someone who knows Ridge terrain, their scouts, their camps. Someone who can move unseen and gather what they need.”

Neither one says anything, but nod respectfully as we pass, holding back the crowd to let us slip through. The top floor of Jinx looks like your standard nightclub. There’s plenty of bars and little tables to sit at, while the rest of the room is the dancefloor. We cut through the thickest part of the crowd; our eyes trained forward as the sea of writhing bodies part for us alone. It’s on the lower level where the fighting ring is at. Cortana, the woman who owns Jinx, wife of this branch’s mafia leader Jenson Santino, spent close to two million expanding and renovating the basement to be able to include werewolves in their weekly fights.

Julian whispered. The basin didn't splash; it erupted. The liquid moonlight, now tainted by our shared blood and Julian's necrotic stone, rose into the air like a sentient snake. It wrapped around Silas’s wrists and throat, turning into heavy, glowing shackles of green and silver. Silas let out a choked, agonizing sound, his muscles bulging as he fought the literal weight of his own heritage.

I continued, smirking as I saw fear flash through his eyes but it was gone as soon as it appeared. "I don't have a son." He scoffed. "Right you don't. Aiden relocated to Australia. He is twenty two and almost done with college." "Fuck you, Silas. Don't you dare touch a strand of his hair." Rico barked. "Oh, don't worry we don't need him for anything. Knowing that you are no longer on the surface of the earth is enough for us." I winked at him. Jax pressed the bullet more into him. Rico looked like he had a lot more to say but he kept it in, closing his eyes and waiting for his death to come.

A woman with a broken spiral tattooed across her throat. “No,” Dalen spat. “She brings delay. We don’t need silence. We need answers. And if she won’t give them” A quiet ripple through the bloomlight silenced the rest of his sentence. They all turned. Siran had moved. Just a hand. Just a shift in posture. But it was enough. The spiral beneath her pulsed once, glowing faintly in response. And the wind, which had been still, whispered one word none of them could quite catch but all of them remembered differently.

The air in the sacred grove was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the raw, untamed power of two rival Alphas. Xyrex, his massive frame taut with restless energy, paced before the ancient stone altar. His black hair was a wild mane, and his eyes, the color of molten amber, burned with a possessiveness that could scorch the earth. Across from him, Zhilax stood with a predator’s stillness, his lean muscles coiled. His silver eyes, cold and sharp as shards of winter moon, tracked Xyrex’s every move. The fate of their packs, the Blood Moon and the Shadow Fang, hung in the balance between them, a fragile peace shattered by a single, undeniable truth.

Akiko announced, and Zen blinked. “Who is Felix?” Sasha cringed. “Felix “Hunter” Martin. He created his own famiglia and rose the ranks quickly, catching the Godfather’s eye to attend this academy. You should have seen him before. He is a big guy with gorilla muscles, bright beach blond hair and a scar over his right eye.” “The Hunter is Guild Carnage’s vice guild leader. He’s also in Johan’s primary party together with a lady named Oritha “Amazonian” Silva. They’re strong. All three of them belong to Class B,” Liu Feng supplied.

He looked magical with the sunset glow that illuminated his dark hair coming from the window. "Punishment time," he said softly. His eyes were a darker silver then she remembered, as they stared at Alpha Chris with a warning glint in the irises. Juliette swallowed as he handed her a silver scrapy thing. She knew this would make her feel sick. Sure enough, half way through she had to sit up and push the disgusting thoughts of gum under desks from her mind. Jaxon and Chris were sitting. Chris's gaze was out the window, but Jaxon's was fixed on Juliette.