Mary Beth Red Dead の小説・ストーリー

he asked with caution. Her expression remained cold. “You'll have the solution. Your daughter will be fine, and you’ll get back to your old lives. If…” she leaned forward, sliding a gun to John… “You kill that traitorous friend of yours. Carlos Redd.” John glanced at the gun, then to her. “Why are you hesitating, John?” Cordelia asked softly. “Can’t you feel the rage? Just imagine it. The friend you trusted to protect your daughter, having her in his bed.”

Two attendants enter with calming smiles already on their faces and vanish into fog. Renn takes the first one low. Not elegant. Elbow, knee, head against dryer. The woman goes down with a wet gasp. Sarah shoots the calm-walker in the thigh before he finishes saying Mara’s name. The second attendant turns to run. Mara catches her by the collar and whispers something into her ear. The attendant stops fighting. I never hear what Mara says. Maybe that is mercy. Maybe it is worse. Caleb stands frozen in the steam. “Move,” I tell him.

A life spent locked away from the world I ruled. Outside, the mountains gave way to the first signs of civilization—rusted road signs, narrow switchbacks, the distant glow of the city bleeding into the sky far below. “You’re going to pass out if you keep breathing like that,” I said finally. Her gaze snapped from the window to me, pupils huge in the dim light. There was dried blood on her lower lip where she’d bitten it. The red mark on her shoulder was hidden again, bandage crooked but covering most of it. The heat had faded from my thumb where I’d touched it.

Adrienne said with a trace of ice in her voice. As Adrienne Mallory laid Mary on the ground checking her pulses first, then loosening the ribbon around her neck and lifting Mary’s feet to her lap while she removed her shoes and socks while massaging the sole of her feet in the process, Alaric simply observed her and spoke without wonder. “You’re the elusive red witch of Ardelean Village. The infallible firehead who deeply scorns the vampires of Emrick City. Adrienne Mallory.” He said with ice-cold clearness.

Alpha Black had crossed his arms over his chest and kept his eyes riveted on Harry's face. Beneath the redhead's thin, closed eyelids, Black could see the eye movements that confirmed the Red Moon Alpha's return to life. "What... what happened?" whispered Jason, staggering closer to the body of his pack leader. He placed a hand over the redhead and waited a moment. The healer breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the red wolf's presence beneath his fingers. He looked up at Black, hands trembling, and murmured an emotional thank-you.

“Stepped on us. And now every single one of them relies on us for help.” “Soon they will be begging for their lives while crawling at our feet.” “We will show no mercy… just like none was shown to us.” “That Beta and his vampire friend better brace themselves,” Orion said as he stepped forward. He stopped directly under the light, his eyes suddenly burning a bright red. “They’re not the only mythics.”

Every breath has your name because I found Unsavory Redemption in it. The End.

“We don’t know anything yet. This isn’t how we do things.” “She’s wolf-blooded, Red!” Seth snapped, his grip tightening painfully on my hair. “Burn her! Like they burned our kin.” The name caught my attention: *Red*. The man stood out, his fiery hair tied back in a neat braid, his movements deliberate and calm amidst the chaos. His voice was steady, measured, yet it carried an edge of steel. “We’re not them,” Red countered, his gaze locked on Seth. “We’re not savages. If she really is Harold’s granddaughter, we need to know why she’s here. Killing her without answers doesn’t make sense.”

I asked, my voice low. Matteo looked down at his shoes. "No, boss," he said quietly. "Martha didn't make it. She was shot right in the forehead." I felt a pang of sadness and anger. Martha had been a loyal member of our team, and now she was gone. I vowed to find out who had done this and make them pay. But first, I had to focus on finding Anna and getting her back safely. I was about to respond when I noticed the cops enter the compound, I patted Matteo on the shoulder and stepped out to join them.

He demanded as his fists slammed on the table, “You're doing the exact same thing. Going off into the den on your own again. What's wrong with you entering the auction with us? Your family.” Marybeth sighed softly, then placed her cutlery back on the table, “It is different because this time I am not alone in this.” She reached for his hand across the table, gripping it tightly, “I have you, mom, dad, Cassian, heck even Fran, Cass, and Amelia are going to be there. It is different because I'll have the people I care about right behind me if ever anything goes wrong.” She sighed softly then continued, “It is especially different this time because I am not the same person I was all those years