Kill La Kill Crossover の小説・ストーリー

He looks around, everyone kneeling, except for his mate and the ex genuine lunam, she is lying on the ground with her hand on her chest screaming with the death of her mate. The glow that surrounded the young man's body is dispensed and now he has the strength that was born with him. Occisor walks up to his intended and licks her bruises, he smells her body and notices that Kratos lied to him. There's no male smell on her. He feels relieved. Sasha hugs him tightly, relieved. Kathe's despair is much more intense than that of the other females when they lose their partner. Her heart is breaking into several pieces, the pain is too strong. Her screams leave everyone stunned, seeing the death of

Everything I thought I knew, everything Cross had fed me, came crashing down like a house of glass. I had killed more than strangers. I had killed mothers, fathers and probably sons and daughters as well. And I had killed Hessa’s mother. And for the first time, I couldn’t deny what I was. A girl assassin follows orders without question and if I disobey, they come after my family. I’m a hunter and wolves’ enemy.

At least my hearing senses were working as I heard Kimberly and Alaric arguing with one another over me. "Ric, you know the deal. You promised that you would kill her after you had mated and bonded your blood with her on the night of the blood moon. You have succeeded in doing that tonight, so what's the purpose of keeping her alive anymore? Just kill her so we can be together and finally rule the pack as the Alpha and Luna." Kimberly asked Alaric at a distance. "You're invincible now. More powerful than the supreme alpha, Evander Knight, of the Shadow Moon Pack."

He rose, circling the desk. Kieran leaned against the doorframe, breathing heavily, his gaze wild. “No time for pleasantries, Alpha. It’s happening again.” “What is? Spill it,” Damien demanded, reaching for the hunting knife habitually sheathed at his belt. “The killings,” Kieran choked out, pushing off the frame. He crossed the room in a few strides, his eyes locking onto Damien’s. “Across the border territories. Three packs hit in two nights. Brutal. No survivors left to talk.”

I could not meet his eyes. “So it is,” he said, voice breaking. “You’re really doing this to us because of her? Skye, she’s gone. She died when you were nineteen. You’re twenty-four now. That was five years ago—” “But her killers are still out there walking free,” I cut in. My voice shook hard and rose. “They didn’t die like my mother. The system did nothing. She was the only parent we had. We never even knew our dad. You know the whole story. Every night I close my eyes and I still see her face. I still hear her voice telling me to be strong. And you think I can just accept it and move on? Never! I can’t sleep knowing they’re laughing somewhere while she’s in the ground.”

“This night just keeps getting worse.” --- Ariana woke suddenly to the sound of shouting outside her room. She sat upright immediately. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. Then silence. Ariana moved toward the door carefully. Before she could open it, the handle turned from outside. Kael entered. His black shirt was stained with blood. Ariana stepped back instantly. “What happened?” Kael closed the door behind him. “Someone tried to kill you.” Her stomach dropped. “What?” “They carried poison blades.” Fear spread through her body immediately.

“You will meet him real soon.” My fingers itched for the knife under my dress at that moment. I had prepared for this showdown for years. Practiced how I would look him in the eyes without blinking, without screaming, without driving a blade through his chest on sight. Now I had to wait. Fine. Let him come home to hell. The chaplain’s voice rose again. “Lyra Cross, do you take Killian Maddox to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

Just sat there, staring at nothing. Finally, Killian found his feet. He crossed the room like a man walking through water and dropped to his knees beside Kael. His hands reached for Katherine—touching her face, her hair, checking for a pulse he knew wouldn't be there. When he realized she was truly gone, the sound that came out of him was primal. The cry of something wounded beyond healing. "Mom. it's over," Killian said through his tears. "The war is over. We won. So why—" His voice broke completely. "Why did she have to die? Why?"

He looked at Kairos disgustingly like the sight of a crying King was an insult. “Enough of this, Kairos.” His voice was all smooth and fake-nice. “The girl is dead. Hunters found remains. Kael killed her to hurt you. It’s over.” Kairos didn’t move. “He wouldn’t. Not like that. He… cared about her. In his own messed-up way.”