Romans & histoires Marble Hornets Characters

Gasps rippled through the crowd as everyone stopped to watch. Nathan groaned, clutching his face as he tried to push himself up. There was blood dripping from his lower lip. Coral stood frozen, her face drained of color. Favian looked down at Nathan, his expression cold and unyielding. “Be rude to her again,” Favian growled, “and you won’t be getting back up.”

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

The marble had become a part of him so completely that it only enhanced his commanding presence. “They’re getting stronger every day,” he said, voice warm with quiet pride. Rook appeared behind us, wrapping his massive arms around both of us. His horns brushed my hair as he nuzzled my neck. “Thorne almost pinned me yesterday. Little beast.” Wren joined us, elegant and serene. His scarred silver eye with its emerald threads glowed softly as he observed the children. “Their futures are bright. Strong. Loved. The shadows that once haunted us have grown distant.”

This was one of those times. I collected the card from Claire’s hand. It was as fancy as all previous invitations I had seen. It was very formal and was more suited to a wedding invitation but that was the Thorns style. Dear Thomas & Susie Smithe, You are cordially invited to attend our annual charity event. This year's event is a masquerade ball and silent auction. We would like to extend this invitation to your children also. Saturday 14th May 2023. Thorn country manor house

suggested Maria, not shocked to hear a fast reply from Mai, followed by a shy response from Julian. Elsewhere in the cave, Akihito sat on top of a boulder, bored eyes watching Richard battle against a {Knight: Iron Horn Beetle}. Watching as his friend summoned forth a thousand beautiful red rose petals, the black-haired boy briefly closed his eyes and let out a yawn. Only to open them to the sight of a defeated Iron Horn Beetle, and Richard once again reverted to his gloom-like state.

Gamma Thorne let out a low, menacing growl, the sound rippling through the air. His massive frame tensed, prepared to unleash the fury of his position upon the intruders. The skirmish erupted into chaos, a flurry of fur and flashing teeth. Claws tore at the earth, kicking up debris as combatants grappled for dominance. Each member of our group showcased their prowess-Paul with his calculated strikes, Gamma Thorne with his brute strength, and Elara with her swift, darting movements that left adversaries bewildered in her wake.

“We’re going to stick it right up their guts.” More cheers. Sonny whipped off his sunglasses and pointed them at me. “You, Colin, are going to—” He stopped mid-sentence, blinking rapidly. “Who the fuck is that?” He pointed at Marv. “Ah, yes,” said Schneed. “Allow me to introduce our latest recruit. This is Marv, he—” “He?” said Sonny, his face twisted with disgust. “What do you mean, ‘he’?” Marv tensed, her body changed shape as she lowered into a crouch, ready to pounce. Did she plan to take out the whole rebellion by herself, hand to hand?

It’s a culling. Hazel disappears into bodies and reappears elsewhere, leaving pieces behind. Jace is patience and economy, the tidy subtraction of lives. Mara breaks a man’s knee with the heel of her boot and puts an arrow in his eye while he’s still falling. Ronan… Ronan is something else entirely. He is wordless and unstoppable and frighteningly quiet. He doesn’t roar like they do, he breathes. He doesn’t posture, he ends. Two get through to me anyway. My knife flashes once, twice, not enough. A hand like a vise closes on my wrist. I’m yanked off balance and dragged toward teeth and hot breath and-

The goo got on Bartolo’s back and burned some portion of his fur. “Gahh! Grah!” Bartolo growled angrily as he swung his three arms around, punting away everything around him. Mala moved in and slashed through all of them with her talons. There was a hornet that tried to sting her but it could not get through her tough scales. Mala grabbed it by the head and ripped its head off. Other hornets and wasps swarmed after both chimaeras. Mala was able to dodge their attacks while Bartolo could not. Bartolo got stung multiple times but he bore through the pain and incapacitated them with fire.