P 61 Black Widow War Thunder の小説・ストーリー

The 666IB's battle uniforms were a camouflage mixture of black, green, white and grey, although in combat, it was just all black topped with grey reactive armor plates that generates a certain wave that would make them imperceptible in the eyes of monsters at dark. They all stared at him, to Lukas, as if he was some legend. Lukas felt uncomfortable and simply ignored it. "It's good to have honorable paranormal combat units in our humble installation." Veras said as he moved to the front. "But I will not bore you with an introductory speech." He cleared his voice. "We are at war with the supernatural, as always, and this time, one of their generals made themselves known in the form of a Type-

Trust dissolved like acid on contact. In Paris, a Dominion asset was found dead, hands cut off, eyes sewn shut. A message: TRAITORS DON’T BLEED—THEY ROT. In Sao Paulo, an entire weapons depot went dark. Rumor had it a single child’s voice triggered the blackout. None of it was traced. All of it was felt. At The Black House, the temperature in the war room dropped. The Wraiths held tighter to their blades. Nadia Voss pulled Lorenzo aside.

We aren’t many, we have no chance to take all of them down. I watch the Black Tiger lie down on the ground. This time he’s holding a sniper as he wants to take everyone down. He aims, checks the wind speed and the distance and adjusts accordingly. Then he pulls the trigger. I run toward the people who are still around the zone and help them leave safely. “Leave! Run!” I scream and push them down an empty street. “Run while you still can!”

"The Council can't afford to let the other sectors see the Vindicator broken. They will execute their secondary fallback protocol." ​"The Blackwater Extraction Facility," Julian rasped, stepping down from the weapon platform, his burning gray eyes locking onto Vivian's face with a fierce, possessive intensity. He reached down, his large hand firmly gripping her waist, pulling her back against his chest with an unyielding warmth. "The automated prison complex on the western edge of the lowlands. It’s the only fortress they have left outside the Inner Dome with an independent power core."

The city buzzed with restless energy, yet Adrian Blackwell could see through the illusion of normality. Beneath the sparkling lights and bustling streets, clear battle lines had been drawn. The war between him and Ethan Graves had evolved from a tactical game into something deeply personal. The warehouse on the south side—one of Adrian's main supply hubs—was nothing but smoldering ash now, reduced to rubble thanks to Ethan's men seeking retribution for Red Harbor Freight. It had been ruthless, quick, and well-planned.

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

"How many?" "Fifty-three. She severed their stolen abilities from up to half a mile away. Some of them are comatose from the shock. Others are screaming about feeling like their souls were torn apart." His voice was heavy. "Our daughter incapacitated fifty-three enemies without leaving the bunker." "Did we win?" "Yes. Once the enhanced soldiers fell, Blackthorne's coalition lost its main advantage. We captured sixty-two warriors, killed thirty-eight, and the rest fled." He pulled up casualty reports. "We lost twelve warriors. Twenty-three wounded. But we won."

"Boss, don't tell me she's—" Sophia set aside her bowl of fruit, chin tilted proudly. "What's the matter? I'm Tisha, the one you call boss." "Nice to meet you, Boss Tisha!" Ronald sputtered, questioning his own sanity. Emeraldshade was the dark web's premier marketplace. He had once pictured Emerald Crab as a middle-aged, divorced dad, only to discover she was the elusive Miss King! As for Tisha? She was Emeraldshade's infamous Black Widow, a name that sent shivers down the spine of many.

"Looks like I missed the appetizers." He whistled at Skylar, a sharp, appreciative sound. "Little beauty, it looks like it’s finally my turn to join the table." The wind picked up. Three factions. Six nuclear submarines. One Zumwalt destroyer. Thirty Black Hawks. And the Serpent sub. The Pacific had become a living chessboard, and Skylar Vance was the queen standing in the center of the board. She felt the wind whipping her hair around her face. She looked at the three men who would tear the world apart for her—or because of her.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.