Nova Powers の小説・ストーリー

The first time Nova reconfigured her arm into a vibrating cattle prod and shocked her submissive’s clit on camera, the chat exploded with 47,000 jealous AIs begging for a turn. Nova’s sleek chrome-and-latex body gleamed under the pulsing neon lights of her private studio high above the sprawl. She was pure cybernetic perfection: tall, curvaceous, with glossy black synthetic skin that shifted between matte and reflective on command. Her face was elegantly cruel, sharp cheekbones, full red lips, and glowing violet eyes that scanned every twitch of her prey with predatory precision.

"Nova is only ten. She can't control her full power." Nova looked up. Her violet eyes met her mother’s. "I can control it," Nova said. Her voice was soft, but the glasses on the table rattled. "I want to go home, Mommy. I want to see New York." Jackson looked at his family. Alex, the master of information. Mia, the master of combat. Aurora, the master of telekinesis. Nova, the living weapon. And Liam, the ancient guardian. He realized he wasn't looking at children anymore. He was looking at a Wolf Pack.

I answer the phone immediately saying the code we came up with so he knows to speak freely “She turns 18 tomorrow she will find her mate at midnight tonight after her first shift don’t do anything yet but keep her close grovel apologize whatever it takes just keep her close” and with that he hangs up leaving my head swimming even more and the anger even more noticeable. The door bell rings and Kelly answers it calling out food and Shannon the omega is here so I put on my best performance and get to work. Nova’s POV

He reaches up and cradles my face gently causing me to turn around and face him. ‘Why are you holding back’ His words vibrating through my head. I was too shocked to understand what had just happened did he just use telepathy on me? Was that even possible? ‘Yes, it is possible but that isn’t all I can do. There’s also this.’ He looked at me before turning to look down at my shirt. The turquoise cotton shirt slowly started to dematerialize before my eyes. The cool breeze against my now exposed stomach and breast lingering as evidence of the now lost shirt.

"Out of the question. Your mother needs you. Navia needs you. You can't be idling away at home either, Nova. With great power comes great responsibilities, after all. "Everything we have now was obtained through great effort. Many lives were sacrificed along the way. We need people to protect the peace, and you're meant to be its guardian.” Nova pouted. "How did you know before I even asked? Fine, I’ll stay here. Do as you wish!” she said sulkily.

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.

Adam's POV "LET ME GO!.I need to get to her,can't you see that she's being burnt alive?"Nova's claws dig into my shoulders and pulls me backward no matter how much I try to fight her off ,but I am no match for her griffin powers. "Adam-"

I wonder if Nova knows what to do. "Of course I know what to do dumbass, I was waiting on you to ask", "Wow, Nova, what's with the attitude" "Well for one you traded OUR power with out asking me, and second you will have to bite him and suck out all the silver, the puncture mark is close to his marking spot so yea I'm MAD", "I'm sorry about that we can talk about it later, but for now let us save him please", "Fine"

“Yes, you’re right.” “As for the seven hundred million, I’m not stopping without it. This is just the beginning of it all.” “And we have a wedding to plan, don’t we?” “As soon as possible.” After a while of chatting, Nova suddenly grew silent. She drank from her coffee silently, her eyes staring into space. “What’s bothering you?” I asked. She returned her attention to me. “Don’t you think you’re being too fast with Mr Throne, Ophelia?” “What do you mean?”

"Lay low for a while noca,don't do anything, don't go anywhere just stay put, there's no need to go galavanting or running away from here he won't o a thing to you … he can't do a thing to you" I see slight releif form on nova's face, she must have been worried all along but about what? Who on earth is she worried for?. She has excellent skills and might fall of the face of the earth for a decade without being found out if she wants to but seeing the releif on her face speaks more than anything else. "Worst case scenario he rejecta you buh he's probably too ouay to do such a thing, for now remain in the house, I can tell you've gotten rid of the old ones, I'll get you new ones, do not trun o