Kickstarter Blood Rage の小説・ストーリー

“And I’m not afraid of you. You are not my Alpha, and you will never be. You are too young and don’t deserve that position. So stop extorting money from us." Rage seemed to start boiling from his feet and push its way upward. He tried to control his emotions, but that was it. “How much money do you have?” Rick inquired, sneering. “You are a lowly beggar and don’t have much money to feed yourself or extra to give to the pack. I wonder how you are still alive to protest.”

My rage ignites. You want us dead? Come and try. The juice roars through me. Layla takes over. I shift mid-sprint and tear into the nearest soldier. Bone cracks. Screams. A click. Layla pounces to avoid the blast, then grabs a human by the shoulder, looks into his eyes— And breaks him. He turns. Shoots one of his own. We turn him. We keep moving, trailing chaos. Drake slices throats and dodges bullets. I leap, rip, and snarl, blood soaking my fur.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

The way her body molded to his, the way she pressed herself against him, it was too much. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a thunderous reminder of my rage. The need to kill, to destroy, surged through me like a tidal wave, but I fought it back. I couldn’t kill him, not yet. Not with her in the room, not with her watching. But the urge was there, simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to break free at any moment.

"We have the regular plan, the advanced plan, the luxury plan, and the rocket plan. I do need to let you know that the regular plan uses traditional methods and equipment, meaning that our staff would have to flip the corpse with a hook throughout the entire process, so it might not be the best for the body." That was honestly the one I wanted to pick. Nothing would suit him more than being burned alive while being rotated by a hook! On the off chance that he woke up immediately because of the pain, however, the consequences would be annoying to handle, to say the least, so I gave up. In the end, I tapped at the pamphlet. "Let's go with the rocket plan." I didn't really care about the newes

I pushed myself off the door frame and took a step toward him. "So, is this what you do to your victims?” I pressed. “You put them under your control and then kill them? Well, Darick, you can shove that stupid blood oath up your ass and go to hell! You are barbaric.” This clearly made him angry. Good. He deserved to feel half of what I was. "You don't know what you're talking about. You know nothing about me," he growled. "I know you are the leader of the Blood Brother's mafia, a gang of vampires, and I now understand why you're called Darick the Bloodthirsty," I replied, pointing to the bite mark on my neck.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO THE MONEY WAR “Cut a man’s throat and you kill him once. Cut off his money and he dies every day after.” The war had shifted. That much was clear. It was no longer about bodies, bullets, or blood sprayed across marble floors and warehouse walls. This chapter of the war moved quieter, deeper, and far more dangerous—into numbers, offshore transfers, encrypted ledgers, and the bloodless battlefield of finance where a man could lose an army without firing a single shot. Emilia had always known this war would come. It was inevitable. Men like Jace didn’t just build power through violence; they funded it, insured it, turned it into something mathematical and u

About everything. Could he have sold me out? No. No—he wouldn’t. Would he? A door banged open nearby. Voices shouted. “Find her!” “She went this way!” I held my breath as heavy boots stomped past the alley. Tears filled my eyes. Not from fear. From anger. I had risked everything—for my mom, for Diego, for this stupid plan—and now they wanted to bury me for it. Something snapped in me. I wasn’t going down without a fight.

Coming at her with speed once more she heard another voice she hadn't heard in a while "Duck Saghir!" Her heart started to race. The hunter was draining her strength and hearing Raja's voice meant one thing and one thing only, she was going to die. The hunter jerked and cracked his broken bones back in place. Her face paled as she watched. Oh shit! He is like an Ancient. He can regenerate almost instantly!

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”