Nice Complex Hax Ability の小説・ストーリー

he pushes his hair back against the water streaming down from above him. Doing just as he's told me to do, I see exactly what Rebecca told me when she said he was gorgeous. He's strong, lean, inked, and fucking beautiful. I've never seen him without a shirt on before, so I'm seeing the chest piece he sports, and it is magnificent. I've never really been the type to get into men because they have tattoos, but on Trick, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Artwork covers his entire chest, sleeves cover his arms, but it's the chest piece I keep coming back to. A skull on top of a lion. It accentuates the strength of his core, the strength of the man standing in front of me. My gaze slides dow

Melissa could see the reaction on Harkov's face and deep down she knew it was a real one. The thing was Harkov Dunham had an ability that allowed him to control his emotions perfectly. It wasn't an otherworldly ability or anything, he was just talented at deceit. He'd picked up this knack for trickery at a very young age.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Five admitted. “Blossom here shared an interesting story, since I'm not allowed to use the word lame, piece of information with me. She saved my name as Five on her phone and changed everyone else's name to numbers,” Six explained to him. “That's genius,” Five chuckled. I started, “Thank you! At least someone gets that it's “lame.” Six finished off. I sent him a glare. “Ignore him, Rochelle. He will forever have a stick up his ass. It’s an honor to meet you, Five smiled. “You too, Five, though it boggles me why you people go by numbers,” I replied. “When Six is ready to tell you, everything else will fit into place,” he said.

> I used a low tiered heretic magic skill called [Peacock cry], like how a peacock’s cry provokes other males, this skill's main objective is to instigate anger and provoke them. This will make these already idiot creatures lose that fraction of reason and attack like crazy wild beasts! And to finish it… give a knock on their little consciousness and they will become empty flesh and bones! I used [Heretic needle] to attack them, a low tier psychic attack that would only cause a slight disturbance to a human, but it will completely destroy a goblin’s consciousness without a doubt! Moreover by using this skill, I can imprint the goblins with my mana and then use [Take over] on them!

If I remember correctly, Cass and Lowan called them dalaketnon. I can’t underestimate this threat; I needed to think two or three steps ahead. For some reason, it wanted to eliminate the cat behind me. I need some kind of diversion; I guess I have to use that skill. Everyone has a secondary skill: Lowan, apart from using his cards as weapons, can use each card’s special ability and not to mention his fortune telling; Noah has superhuman strength to be able to wield his enormous sword like a baseball bat; Cass can transform her whip to a rapier; and as for me, superhuman speed and ~wait for it~ cloning. Yeah, I can make a clone of myself; cool, huh? I can even control it, but there’s a catch,

And Cole is his guardian, the role of the guardian consist of helping him and tell him what to do just like a beta but a beta is more like a second leader, Giovanni isn't fully a beta since he's only 16 so Cole is acting as a beta for now on. At 18, Max will finally be the alpha of the werewolves and also the head of the council because he's the wolf that has a certain dominant character and a special power. At the age of 15, he was able to control all the power he received from the MoonGoddess. He was able to do psychokinesis (to move objects with his mental effort alone), telepathy with werewolves other than his pack members and lastly the most important is that he can heal people in a few

’ Lylah smirks, ‘I have enough to kill you,’ ‘I bet you do,’ I say, grabbing her ankle as she attempts a high kick into my chest. She spins around, making me let go of her foot and throws a dagger at me. I tilt my head as it flies past. She only just missed! I’m in shock Lylah almost got me. I’m feeling proud this feisty little spitfire is all mine. Beautiful, feisty, and well skilled. Her fighting me is starting to turn me on. Whoever taught her to fight taught her well, most of my coven wouldn’t stand a chance against her as they don’t have unique abilities. All vampires are blessed with great speed, but for some, they are blessed with another power. It’s usually the higher ranked that are

We stare at each other, I can feel that his seeing through my soul, he suddenly push me down and licks me, I chuckle to this. 'Chaos, a husky voice call me. I stop and slowly looks at the big wolf. 'I lo...' A loud ringing disrupt what he says and I look around for it and look at the big black wolf again and his gone, the ringing still continues and I smash my hand on the ground because of the noise. I woke up, holding my hand after hitting the end of the bed table. "That hurts." I cringe when I hold the swelling part, why do I don't have that pain immunity of a werewolf even if I'm a werewolf. To all of the ability of a werewolf, why don't I have the basic ones? it's so unfair.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h