Marcy Killers の小説・ストーリー

“Enough, Monica. She was in the middle of explaining to me what weapons Marcel and the werewolf hunters got a hold of.” Terri nods. “Yes. Marcel is using a few werewolf hunters that are determined to see the rest of the werewolves in this state into extinction. However, not all of us—them—are wanting to do this.” I say, “Like the werewolf hunters that tried to hold me captive. They said that Marcel was dragging too many humans into it.” Niles and Harrison step into the common area. Niles drags a hand across his eyes as he makes his way into the middle of the room. He looks between Monica, me, and Terri, and points at Terri.

It pulled Del to the side, causing Tyr to waste his attack. The silhouette was none other than Phantom Marionette. Besides him, the other assassins such as Mary, the black man, and the rest also showed themselves in front of Tyr. Tyr’s eyebrows furrowed intensely. “Del, what a grand show! You actually hired so many killers and bounty hunters for me.” “Hmph, Tyr, you murdered my son. I, Del Jones, will do whatever it takes to kill you at all costs. You can’t escape today.” However, Mary, Phantom Marionette, and the others were bewildered when they got a good look at Tyr’s face.

Everyone in the underworld knew that name, even if they whispered it like a ghost story to keep the young hitters in line. "Is he really coming?" Martin whispered. "He’s coming," I said. I stood up, feeling the old power surging back into my limbs. "He’s the only man alive who hates the Valaks as much as I do. Maybe more." I walked to the window, looking out at the gray Sicilian sea. "Who is he, Boss?" Marco asked, his voice shaking. "I've heard the stories, but... who is he really?" I turned back, the shadows of the room hiding my face, leaving only the cold, predatory glint of my eyes visible.

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

"Mr. Kirkland, the surgery was a huge success. As long as she recovers properly, she should gradually improve. Try not to worry too much. You shouldn't keep putting yourself through this." "Putting myself through this?" I scoffed, fury filling my eyes. "I'm not worried about myself. I hate them. I hate Hayden and Wendy for causing my dad's death. I hate them for hurting my mom. I hate them for everything they've done to me." I looked at the physician. "Thank you. Please keep an eye on my mom's condition. I'll make Hayden and Wendy pay with my own two hands." I pulled out my phone and made a call. The number belonged to my dad's former right-hand man, Caspian Scott. He was also the person I t

Dread crawled up my spine…slowly, I pushed myself out of my seat. Not because I wanted to. Because if I didn't do this quietly, he'd have one of his men... help me out. “Daddyo, can you please not? In front of your virgin son, that's one. And two, I got a call this morning. Maya killed four people. Only three bodies were found.” For the first time since walking into the room, Carlo stopped looking at me and his gaze shifted to Marcello. “What?” he asked. “It wasn't a pretty sight. Hence why Kade left early this morning.”

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

It seemed I needed to show him his right place faster than ever. "So, you don't believe me?" he asked. "What?" "So you think that's why Marc wants me dead? I'm sure that's what he must have said to you, right?" What was he blubbering on about? "The reason why Marc wants me dead is that I know a secret, one that possesses its threats, one that he wants hidden. A secret behind his unspoken actions." "Really? And what could that be?" "The truth that he was behind your father's death," Damarc uttered. "Yeah, I must say shocking to know he killed his own brother."