Needles Of Vengeance の小説・ストーリー

Despite her vicious wound, she managed to catch the dagger from her waist and reach up with her other hand to stab the Firoque trying to cling to the blade, four separate times. He squealed in objection. His body going limp as it began sliding to the floor. But mustering the last of his strength in service to his master, he caught the dagger in her shoulder and took it with him, ripping it downward. Eliciting a pained shriek from her. No! Snarling, Dissues swept through the Cimmerii. Two large bark coated dogs charged him, and he kicked one aside, sending it skidding across the floor. A swing of his blade beheaded the other in a single strike. He jumped a third one charging and was at Nim’s

After the whooshing sound, one after another silver needle tore through the air and flew out. These needles continually pierced the security guards' thighs and arms and caused them to become disabled. They were all lying on the ground, screaming in pain. Ten brawny security guards were finished off in less than 10 seconds. "This ......" The crowd looked in the direction of where the silver needles were flying out. They saw Thomas was holding a box in his hand. It was filled with sharp silver needles, which Thomas had just used to neutralize the security guards.

“The Thirteen Needles of Revival save those whose lives are meant to be saved. “They do not absolve evil. If the injured person brought this fate upon himself, the needle becomes a curse instead of a cure. “And once the backlash begins, it will awaken every toxin in his body and multiply his suffering tenfold. Not even a miracle could save him then. “That's justice.”

For the first time in years my pulse flutters wildly beneath my skin, and the confidence I always wear like armor cracks down the middle. “No, fuck, please don't, don't do this to me lex, stay with me!” She isn't moving, and her bleeding isn't stopping. The figure shifting from distance catches my attention quickly and I pick my gun from the side, grinding my teeth hard, shooting right at the back of his head. He deserves worse, but Alexa not dying is my priority. The slight shift in my arms doesn't let me watch as he falls to his death. “Ethan?” “I’m here, I’m here, stay awake with me hmm, the ambulance is on their way.”

The world didn't turn black. It turned red—a thick, suffocating crimson that felt like drowning in an ocean of hot ink. As Malphas plunged the silver needle into Elara’s neck, the scream that tore from her throat wasn't just hers. It was a chord of three voices: her own, the real Vane’s, and the screeching static of the Void. The needle didn't just draw blood; it acted as a siphon, pulling the golden-violet energy of the Key of the Abyss directly out of her marrow.

he added then laughed at us. "He got the nerves," Vanessa greeted her teeth and positioned her fan downward, smirking at him. If he will just tell that the technique she used for him was useless, I guess it's the time for her to show her real strength. Vanessa took the thing hiding in her long and wavy red hair, it was a needle but not the same she was using in her fan. A needle that the intelligence department created for her, it can't just paralyzed a person but will give him a poison that can slowly kill somebody, a painful one. It takes time, but it can surely kill. Vanessa was now holding the needles between her fingers. While Jake was busy fighting him, I turned around when I felt Domi

He wasn't holding a legal brief anymore; he was holding a high-pressure injector, the needle glowing with a fluorescent violet hue. "The Owners want the 'Result' pure, Dante!" Vane shrieked, his voice cracking. "They won't take her if she’s contaminated by your frequency! I have to reset her! I have to save the Project!" Dante lunged, his movements a blur of raw, possessive violence. He didn't care about the fire or the falling debris. He only cared about the needle. He tackled Vane into a pile of burning crates, the two men tumbling into the flames.

"You will never win, Victor. You will fall like the others, and I will make sure of that. Antonio will never allow you to become as you wish to be." "Girl, I will gut Antonio in front of you when he gets here. To help you remember who now owns you." Victor stepped forward, collecting the large silver needle from the tray above my head. His fingers played over the buttons on the side of its casing. With a smile that would kill even angels, Victor jabbed the needle into the side of my throat. Darkness enveloped me, and I prayed that Antonio would find me before it was too late. All I wanted was for my mate back and the nightmare I was living in to be over.

He chuckled while staring at the needles. "I guess I held you in high esteem...looks like you're exhausted even though I could spar with you but unfortunately I'm not so good with forgiveness.." he threw the needles when she least expected it and she unable to dodge the needles as it pierced her shoulder paralyzing her arms in the process... "What do you want from me?" She asked In between gritted teeth.. She made the needles so she naturally knew how dangerous it was to anyone... "See? Not so hard.." he smiled devilishly and got closer to the lady who was finding it hard to move her arms...

But using it, he was forced to kill Brawen to silence. Watching the little girl fight the pain to help him, he slowly took out a small knife from his pocket. Now he can kill her, just a knife through the heart and then burn the body to end. That was too easy for you. While he was still pondering, a sight brought him to his senses. The three E-rank Vampires all fell down and died on the spot. He was not mistaken, Brawen froze the blood into small needles, and then used them to shoot at the 3 vampires, the needle just stuck in them fell dead.