Mirage Ultrakill の小説・ストーリー

I withdraw my dagger. I’m glaring at the vampire who killed my beloved Micah, my fated mate. His eyes flicker like fire as he doesn’t break eye contact with me. I want to kill him, but for some reason, I feel drawn to him as if something is pulling me towards him. He is incredibly handsome and attractive, with a mysterious aura about him. My eyes change from light blue to dark blue every second with mixed emotions. I close my eyes tightly for a moment and tell myself he is responsible for Micah’s death. He killed Micah. I have to kill him now while I have the chance. Lord Talon takes a step forward. I lunge angrily toward him and thrust my dagger towards his chest. He swiftly grabs my arm, a

I will look death in the face and spit in its eye. He stands over me-the great beast I spent my life hating. I was told my dragon captor would be blue and he is. Though blue doesn't quite cover the shades of color rippling over his scales. From the fairest blue sky to the dark of the moon, the light illuminates his incredible hide. His monstrous body is larger than I ever imagined. And his eyes. Their stunning blue depths hold nothing but death. "What are you staring at, female?"

I have pretty strong healing powers myself, so it would be only natural they have it as well. Mirage on the other hand; she has somewhat elemental control, healing on a much larger scale, can move things with her mind, make illusions in one's mind, communicate and control animals and she can already turn into her baby wolf. She also always knows what is going on with her twin, and will instantly try to get to her by all means necessary. One time we came into the nursery because Layla was crying, and we found Mirage manipulating the air to transport her baby form to her sister's crib. That was a disturbing one.

his piercing scream rang throughout the building and he raised his uninjured arm, revealing another pistol in his hand. Mirage somehow transformed rapidly, snapping the neck of one of the Lycan and pinning her down. She ran towards my dad who had his back toward her and didn’t notice the impact. She dug her claws to the middle of her back and the gun fell from his hand. She then took it and shot once. The kickback was so strong, she accidentally fired a second time. The bullet ricocheted off the lights, sending them swinging back and forth. “Mirage, what did you do?” I screamed, my eyes scanning around me. “I have to kill you myself.”

Amino’s breath shortened. His hand was clenching hard at the big wound in his stomach. “Heal! Heal! Heal! Heal the fuck!!!” He gnashed his teeth, feeling complicated and annoyed. He might have killed Eagle, but his injury was deep and troubling. “Heal shit!!!” He smacked the ground. Mirror relic. He was the owner of such an overpowered relic. He could mirror all the abilities he had ever encountered - well… almost all of it - as long as he understood the principle of the copier.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

He suppressed a shudder. "The Hvergelmir Dewfalls," Ulfhild answered, her voice pitched louder to overcome the resounding rush of the water. "They are said to be the source of all the water in all the rivers. Very powerful magicks are manifested here." Brand's jaw tightened at the confirmation of his thoughts. Talk of magicks made his skin crawl but he was determined to ignore the feeling and try to relieve his mate's distress. A flash of red in the trees past the rushing waters of the falls caught his eye. "Is that it, then?" he asked, pointing his chin toward the red-painted building in the distance.

The older woman looked up at me with trembling lips, her face wet with tears as she began begging and pleading for her miserable life. But honestly, who cares about her prayers? I felt a sudden, dark urge to kill washing over my veins anyway, and her pathetic whining only made my blood boil more. Lifting my leg, I delivered a brutal, crushing kick, marching her head straight into the hard wall with all the supernatural strength in my muscles.

“Malachi, he sees things, feels things. He can mask everything, and he’s immune to wolf powers.” “He can block all of it?” “That’s what makes him so good. This happened to him for a reason, and he only kills evil,” Levi said. “So, he’s a vigilante?” “Yes and no. He’s the Ulfr Banamaðr,” Levi said, and Malachi felt those chills creep up his spine again. “What the hell does that mean?” Malachi asked him. “He’s Hel’s executioner. He sees sin, and he can weigh your soul, that is his destiny; that’s why he was chosen. He was blessed by the goddess and he’s fulfilling his purpose,” Levi said.

Standing behind the one-way mirror, Bryan watched as Maggie and Justin stood up from their seats in the interrogation room, and made for the door. They had been questioning Khalil for some minutes , but so far, the teenager had refused to talk. ‘Snitches get stitches.’ Was a code that was upheld by most gangs. “Hey. I guess you enjoyed the scene you just watched.” Justin said to Bryan in his usual manner. “I would have, if not for your ugly face in it.”