Needles Of Vengeance の小説・ストーリー

Her eyes were solid, milky-white pits devoid of pupils, and in her skeletal right hand, she clutched a long, jagged bone-needle that was actively dripping with a crimson fluid. Alpha Vance stepped up to my left hand, his dual axes raised in a defensive guard, his chest heaving against his leather doublet as his shadow vanguard locked down the perimeter doors. Behind us, the regular guards hauled Kaelen's bloodless body through the threshold, laying his pale, bandage-wrapped torso onto the cold dirt floor.

The knife gleamed under the light. The third twin stood in the doorway. His dark hair was the same. His scar was on his neck. Luca stepped in front of me. Eli stepped in front of the girls. The man laughed. A bitter, broken sound. He said his name was Vance. Vincent and Victor were his brothers. Both were dead. Now he would finish what they started. Luca asked what they started. Vance said protecting the family. Derek had hired Victor to protect Nova. Victor had done his job. Vincent had wanted revenge. Vance wanted peace.

Now it was time to reclaim myself, my memories, my life, and my family. And with Adrian at my side, the man who had never forgotten me, who had hunted for me across oceans and lies, I knew, we would succeed. The first needle went in, pricking my temple, and I closed my eyes. My life, my memories, my love, my vengeance, all awaited me on the other side. I was ready, but then rushed footsteps pulled me out of my wonderful dream.

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.

Dark silk, soft and flowing. “I’m sorry,” he said. And then he left me standing in the silence of his office. I was angry instantly. This men are not just werewolves killers. They are also men without morals. I carried the dress back to my room like. Every step, my mind spun faster. If I entered Lucan’s chamber, could I kill him, will I survive it? Would it even matter?

Moments later, he noticed the two disciples take out a set of silver needles. The needles were a faint green, exuding a chilling gleam and a faint, peculiar fragrance. "Poisoned needles!" Chase's expression changed. These needles were a specialized weapon, designed to deal with true masters of martial arts. Coated in potent toxins, they could instantly reduce a person to a puddle of flesh and blood upon contact. "Could these two be here for me?" Frowning, Chase observed the young disciples intently. Before long, they inserted one of the silver needles into the corpse's chest and then pulled it out.

Making him into a weapon. Making him nothing at all but vengeance. XXX

Nessa dashes for Efa, throwing her body of top of her pup. I’m close. So close. My fingers wrap around the needles, one in each hand, and I whirl, setting my sights on the enemy. He still has his back to me. I’m small. Weak. Not a threat. Aim for his throat. I break into a sprint, and when I’m just close enough, I leap, my wolf powering my legs, and I drive a needle into the place where his shoulder meets his neck, sinking it all the way to the acorn carved on the top.

I fought to keep my voice steady. Suddenly, he was right in front of me. A vampire's speed was impossible to react to. He reached for my veil. But I was faster. A silver needle appeared at my fingertips—consecrated in holy water. It shot for his throat. Dorian flinched back instantly. The needle grazed his skin, leaving a thin red line. "Prince Valkyrie," I said in my coldest voice, "remember our terms." He clutched his throat, staring at me in disbelief.

Her brow furrowed as she gazed at me. “It's me,” I said, pulling the hood of my hoodie off my head and removing the sunglasses from my eyes. “Who Are you?” She asked, still not recognizing me. “Oh I forgot we haven't officially met, I'm Vanessa” Her eyes softened as she realized. “You are the girl who..” I nodded. “Yes” She groaned in pain. My eye moved to her stomach where she had gotten stabbed. It was wrapped tight with a bandage and a little bit of blood peeped through it.