Nico Sword の小説・ストーリー

" I'm sorry friend but I tend to ride with the best organization " Following the claim of Zainy, konstantin appears from a corner with a smile on his face. " Well well. Here is he. The mighty Maximo Santino! " At once Maximo was hit from behind by a club. He rolled at this cruel impact and Landed on the floor with a great thud. " Boss! " His two members yelled out in distress but they are shot even before they could make any move. Maximo gagged as he laid on the floor. He hated the dirt but he's laying on it now.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

He definitely had enough life to walk and it was even easier for me because he could not even see me because of not enough light around. –--- ~ FLASHBACK ~ –---- He staggered towards his car and I cut him off as Thunder on the empty highway on his way home. Now even if someone saw me, it would be very difficult for them to know that I am Nicholas, a well-known professor at Silver Valley High. And now it was going to be even more fun to torture him. Seeing me — Thunder — he started backing his car out of fear, but when I climbed on his car and started hitting his roof, he tried to run away like an uncontrollable rat out of fear.

She dodged and pushed Lilian who was the first to make the move against her and she fell on the ground. Elena came too, but Nicki was fast enough to send her a kick, and she landed on the floor with a loud thud that made students to start laughing. She groaned in pain. While Nicki was busy fighting with Lilian and Elena, Samira took a knife from the food on the table unknownly to Nicki. She pulled a cut on Nicki's wrist and she immediately let go of her hair which she was holding. One thing about Nicki was that dhs doesn't accept defeat as an option, so she went to Samira who was grinning and gave her three resetting slap at a time and she fell to the ground and her cheeks began to heat up a

“Nico!” Smoke hung faintly in the air. One of the men was down. The other two repositioned. And Nico— Nico stood in front of me. Unarmed. Unflinching. Blood trickled down his arm. But his expression? Cold. Deadly. “Last warning,” he said quietly. The man with the weapon smirked. “You’re not untouchable.” Nico’s eyes flickered — not to the weapon. But to something behind them. And then—

(laughs) NORA: Nikki!!!! ZUBA: (stabbed Nora from behind) Goodbye now (turned the sword in her stomach and withdraw it) NICOLE: Nora! (Took a sword from the floor and beheaded Zuba, then caught Nora, mid-air as she knelt on the floor, tapping Nora's cheek lightly) Nora...no...no...no...please, stay with me. NORA: (smiles sadly) it's...it's...over Nicole..for...for me

The light glisten on the tip of the sharp sword. The dark windowless room with only the light of the chandelier make the room gloomy and the old dust around the floor made their vision slightly blurry. Nico gave a grief stricken from. He drops his coat and place the moonstone deep in his pocket. Adam enters the room and stood in front of his guards. His eyes was staring at Nico shockingly. “What the hell is going on here? Nico, what are you doing? What happen to your wound?” Nico bit his lip. He was scared to speak.

He slams into one of them with terrifying force, driving the man into the wall hard enough that I hear bone crack. Nico doesn’t hesitate. He grabs the intruder’s wrist mid-swing, twists violently, and the man screams as the knife clatters to the floor. Nico knees him in the stomach, then the face…once, twice….until he drops like dead weight. Riccardo is already fighting two at once. He moves like a storm. One intruder charges him with a blade, Riccardo ducks, grabs the man’s arm, and flips him over his shoulder with brutal precision.

"Motorcycles, mainly. You'd be surprised how many of your type have taken up riding as a hobby." "My type?" Nico raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "You know," I gestured vaguely at his expensive clothes, the commanding way he carried himself. "Corporate. Polished." He laughed then, a genuine sound that softened his features. "You might be surprised," Nico said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a nasty burn scar on his forearm. "I earned this in a kitchen, not a boardroom."

I kept mine steady. “You want this?” he asked finally. “No,” I whispered. “But I need it.” It was the truth. And needing it… that meant I was already gone. Already changed. Nico moved first. Without a word, he picked up the knife from the coffee table. He twirled it once through his fingers before offering it to me, hilt-first. “Then let’s start with how to make someone bleed without making a sound.” They didn’t treat me like I was glass.