Mad Max: Fury Road The Splendid Angharad の小説・ストーリー

[Ford] ‘Ulric! You have to get over here! Quick! Bring cars!’ Annie linked me. ‘What happened, Annie?’ ‘Landry can’t heal her! You have to get over here!’ I felt like I was going to be sick. Madison. “Get the cars. Aria, Serena stay here. I’m runnin’. Rao, Moran, head to the house. Annie just called me.” I roared as I ran from the room, out the front, and shifted into my giant silver wolf.

Amarok carried us out into the thick of it and I could feel Mystrel's yellow eyes land on me. "The whore herself comes to join the fight, spare me, Maddy, go back to my brother and spread your lovely thighs for him," he growled loudly. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at the stupid fucker. I jumped up off Amarok and changed to my Luna in the air. I fell to all four of my paws and shook my fur out. Mystrel chuckled and waved at a line of vampires holding shotguns.

“Fuck!“ “ 'Fuck' isn't the word you're supposed to be saying right now, Darrel,“ Aiden growled. “You're supposed to be apologizing to me. Apologize for letting another man touch you. You belong to me. No one else. Is that so hard for you to get through your head?“ He whipped me yet again, harder this time. “Apologize!“ “I'm sorry,“ I pleaded. “For what?“ “For letting another man touch me.“ “Good. Very good.“ Aiden tossed the whip across the room. Then he picked up a melting candle. “What are you doing with that?“ I stuttered. “I'm going to use this candle wax to brand you as mine, Darrel,“ he revealed. “So that you don't ever forget that.“

"You can't even plan a party well. You should learn from Maeve in the future." I lied that I was tired and went back to my room to rest, but I was actually packing my luggage. There were still 48 hours before I left. Through the window, I saw Felix competing with Maeve in target shooting. Jasper kept cheering Maeve on. Seeing Maeve falling behind, Felix deliberately missed a shot. They interacted closely, just like a family of three, while I was the extra. During the last shot, Maeve's aim suddenly went off and the bullet shot toward me.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Both Maddox and I are ready for this fight, the rage within me will give me all the energy and power I need to end this. The next moment the grey wolf howls and all the attackers start to retreat. I’m not about to let that happen, I lunge forward but only manage to get the other wolf pinned beneath me. It whimpers, but it looks like the grey wolf just keeps running. COWARD! Maddox doesn’t hold back with he tears into the wolf. When he is finally done, there is nothing left, it looks like a scene from a massacre movie and Maddox is covered in blood.

Talia lunged toward the nearest wolf with a grizzly snarl, muscles rippling beneath her fur. The forest exploded with motion—leaves whipping, earth scattering under her paws as she slammed into Bradly's side with bone-rattling force. Her teeth snapped inches from his muzzle, hot breath steaming in the cold air. The old wolf snarled back, a low, guttural sound that trembled between fear and defiance. It was enough to spark a fresh surge of rage through her.

“Are you okay?” Ghale asked me. She panicked earlier when a car almost hit me. Almost. Almost! Shit! What the heck is wrong with the driver? I was about to walk towards her car when suddenly, a car, driving so fast almost hit me. She was on the opposite side of the street with her car. I just went back because I left my phone and then I was almost hit! “I’m gonna hunt that driver down! Did you see the plate number?” she looked so mad while walking back and forth in front of me. We were beside her car, talking.

Three black SUVs rolled through the winding road that cut through the misty forest. Their black windows gleamed like obsidian beneath the setting sun, one in front, one in the rear, flanking the primary vehicle where the Alpha, his mate, and their prophetic children rode in tense silence. They were not in Arkansas—this was deeper, wilder, where magic ran thicker than blood and the trees whispered ancient names. This was Greyhowl.