Red Hood All Blade の小説・ストーリー

The baby-voiced hacker clung to [Red Rose], bawling. “Red, save me! I don’t wanna go!” Red Rose patted his cheek with painted red nails, voice silky. “Too late, countdown’s started~” “GO AWAY!” He shoved her aside and scrambled for his headset. His baby voice made him sound even more helpless. Red Rose giggled harder. “Still laughing?” came a cold voice behind her. It was [Iron Blade]. She scoffed, licking her finger with a sultry flick of her tongue. “You think I’m scared? I’m not like you losers.”

Aethelred raised his scythe for a killing blow, his eyes two pits of ancient, unblinking light. "The ending is the same, Emma," he whispered. "The Wolf always returns to the dark." I didn't dodge. I Inverted. I let the Aether-Glass blade pass through my shoulder, the pain a white-hot agony that grounded me in the present. As the blade entered my flesh, I grabbed the hilt of his scythe with my bare hand. I didn't use my power to break it. I used my Scars. I flooded the Aether-Glass with the memory of the Cellar. I showed the ancient blade the feeling of the cold iron, the smell of the straw, and the heat of the Rebel’s first touch. I showed it the "Noise" of a life lived in the mess.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

A blade flashed from his sleeve. Celeste turned before the strike could land. Jason’s attack never reached its target. The corridor went still in the instant after, the kind of stillness that arrives only when a choice has been made and the universe is waiting to see who survives it. Jason’s expression shifted from confidence to disbelief to something far uglier when he realized Celeste had been watching him the whole time. “You really should have stopped,” she said. He lunged anyway. That was the end of it. Celeste struck with a force that did not need repetition. There was no drawn-out struggle, no dramatic reversal, no heroic save. Just finality. Jason’s power broke first, then his body f

Glacier pressed the attack mercilessly, aiming for the other eye. Roosevelt frowned. From thin air, the first Dark Blade—the original weapon he had ever forged—materialized in his hand. He hurled it with deadly precision. The blade tore through the air and sank deep into Glacier’s right wing. Blood sprayed in a wide arc. Raphael lost balance, cursing violently. “If that’s how you want it,” Raphael growled. He swung Frostbite wildly at Roosevelt. “Shadow Scale,” Roosevelt whispered. Raphael’s sword burst into flames and crumbled to ash in an instant. Shock flashed across his face.

I crossed the room, grabbed a handful of his greasy hair, and yanked his head back, exposing the long line of his throat. "Who sent you?" I roared, the force shaking the dust from the ceiling. I brought the knife up, intending to drag the blade across his collarbone to break him completely. But the rage was too thick. The bloodlust blinded me. I drove the knife forward with far too much force. The heavy steel blade slipped. It buried itself deep into the side of the rogue’s neck, severing the carotid artery completely. Hot, bright red arterial blood erupted across my arm and chest. The rogue’s eyes rolled back into his head. His body convulsed once, violently, before slumping entirely dead a

I gripped my hellblades more firmly, feeling its ruby-red sheen pulse in my hand. Whatever this was, I wasn’t going to be caught off guard. Then it came, her darker side flickered.

He had sustained gunshot wounds to his leg and his abdomen, his body covered in horrific lacerations, and the white shirt he had worn was entirely stained a gruesome crimson. ​That was an image I never, in my worst nightmares, imagined I would ever have to witness. In that chaotic moment, I hadn't given a single thought to Archie, who was also bloody and battered nearby. I had completely lost my mind, screaming and fighting against the arms holding me back, desperate to crawl to Dominic's side as he lay unresponsive to the frantic sound of his name ripping from my throat.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

Rose Blade was a horrible boss, and I was planning to take his business for this very reason. He never verifies the supplied information after he sees the money offered. Most of the profiles lie. I was stuck with this man. I highly doubted my self-defense skills working here. I looked at him as he leaned closer, attempting to touch me. I had warned him away, but he was smugly smiling at me. He looked at me like I was his wounded prey. His eyes looked scary and wolfish ready for the hunt.