Needles Of Vengeance の小説・ストーリー

Look at me, Rhea, stay with me," Dominic pleaded, his voice breaking as he ripped a strip of cloth from his own shirt, pressing it firmly against her wound. Rhea winced, her face pale, but she forced her amber eyes to look up into his. "I... I told you... I wouldn't let you bleed alone," she whispered, a weak, breathless smile touching her lips despite the agonizing pain. Across the gravel, Vance watched his entire unit get systematically slaughtered and dismantled. Two Shadow Guards lunged at him, their hunting knives catching the dim light. Vance fired his mechanical pistol wildly, dropping one guard, but the second sliced a deep, ragged gash across his chest.

As the door clicked shut, something in me broke not into smaller pieces, but into something harder and sharper. The pain was still there, piercing into my head like a cold snake coiled in my stomach, but it was now joined by a new, fierce emotion: a burning, all-consuming hatred. But it wasn't in my spirit; it was the last chain holding me captive. The love I’d once foolishly harbored, the fear, the hope, it all drained away with the life of my child, leaving behind a cold, hard, empty vessel, ready to be filled with purpose: “Revenge.”

Like they belonged. My head throbbed. My vision flickered, blurred at the edges. And beneath it all, one thing remained: clear, sharp, and undeniable. Blood. I wanted it. I craved it. Not calmly. Not rationally. Violently. Vengeance followed, hot, relentless, and unforgiving. I couldn’t tell, didn’t care, who stood before me. Friend or enemy, it didn’t matter. They were all the same in that moment. All obstacles. All targets. “Rayna!”

“Come out!” Kiran York shouted, spreading his fingers and aiming his palm at Macy Wendell's head. “Don’t kill my mom!” Sofia Carter screamed in terror, crying out loud. Lindsay Ludwig quickly pulled Sofia back, preventing her from rushing forward. Chi Gang, controlling Macy's body, showed no fear and instead moved toward Kiran’s palm. Kiran’s eyes flashed coldly. Just as his palm was about to touch Macy’s head, silver needles suddenly shot out from his hand. With a series of thuds, nine silver needles embedded themselves in Macy’s body.

Ether's Thirteen Needles could get rid of the rotten aura. Indeed, after Frederick pulled out the needles, Lennon's body felt much more at ease. However, Frederick didn’t stop there. "This is 72 Imperial Needles of Fate!" someone else exclaimed. The 72 Imperial Needles of Fate was the most powerful needle technique in the traditional medicine community.

The only thing that kept Rain standing on her feet was the fact that the killing intent wasn't directed at her. The needle raced forward like an abhorrent mockery of the speed of sound. Most importantly, the needle wasn't traversing in a straight line; it wobbled in its spirit, like a living, breathing silhouette of a ghost. The screaming bloodlust inside the flying needle, itching to defile the target to the brink of utter extinction, kept getting stronger until it drilled against the cunning Malaka's palm who was about to grab her neck. The needle didn't just stop there. Before the Malaka couldn't even comprehend what just happened, it gruesomely drilled past his palm and went straight for

Others filled with disgust and disdain. ________ The tension in the grand hall was thick and foreboding. The Elders, and pack members stood, watching silently. I was bind with a silver chain, which was cutting into my wrist especially that I'm not strong like other normal wolves. The pain rippled through me but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. Knox sat in his throne chair, with Seraphina flanked behind him, her lips still curled into that triumphant smile that leaves me wondering where our sisterhood went wrong.

The needle was already in the air, on its way, close to Riven’s neck. I aimed for the needle first. I watched the blade fly, intercepting the needle midair. The tiny needle snapped in half, but nobody in the stands could see something that small. But the blade didn't stop. It kept flying forward. Slush! It sank into Vance’s body. At this point, I was already tripping, falling down. I crashed on the floor from the speed used to throw that sword. I could hear the gasps, but my eyes stayed focused even on the floor. I watched Riven fall — but also Vance. Eyes wide, then slump. His body went limp.