Novel & Cerita Red X Silver Angry Birds

Some are bleeding from the ears, others from the nose as they scream in pain. “Amber.” I muttered in pain as I slowly looked up at her. Her eyes are no longer the bright blue color I used to know, it is now the color of silver and red. This is not Amber. This is the silver wolf. She looked at me. I can see hatred in her eyes. Her attention is now on me as she flew down from the sky and walked towards me. “Amber, please stop. Wake up.” She clenched her jaw. “I am not Amber!” The intensity of her voice this time is so strong. The wailing increased and the bleeding became severe. They will die. If she doesn't stop. Everyone will die.

The silver represents the rationality and control I have always prided myself on, while the red symbolizes the raw, untamed passion that threatens to consume me. As my emotions reach a boiling point, an untamed instinct begins to consume me, an ancient and raw desire that cannot be ignored. My mind becomes a blank canvas as I automatically lower myself, my muscles tense and prepared for action. The atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation, as a menacing hiss escapes my lips, echoing through the air, serving as a chilling reminder of the imminent threat that lies dormant within me.

Varniant type turn backward and launch silver thorns to another Turret. “Turret 1 is damaged! No more Rail-Turrets can be used!” “Damn it!” the commander getting angry because of this situation. The remaining Choppers trying to shoot down Varniant type. “Why isn’t this working?! We already rain it with bullets!” said the pilot. Varniant’s skin has been changed to silver and hardening the skin again, Choppers dealt no damage. “Damn it!” Varniant type stand up with the back feet and expand the wings then flap it to release silver projectile from the wings.

“What do you think?” I glanced down at the screen. It was a Hawk with fierce, blazing red eyes that screamed chaos. Its frightening black shiny wings spread widely that could soar across the sky. The striking claws were long, black, sharp, and the curve pointed downward, promising hideous scars and excruciating pain to its prey. Amazing! “What do you think?” he asked again impatiently. I shifted my gaze to his slim face, finding him showing me his signature grin and gleaming brown eyes. “That’s good.”

He stepped forward angrily and grabbed the hand that had slapped him and pushed it towards her back which caused it to hit her chest ... He looked into her dark brown eyes with his reddish golden blue eyes. She was looking at him without blinking her eyes in anger... “Raise your hand today, don't make this mistake again ...” He spoke angrily, putting pressure on her arm. “You have ruined my life and you are saying don't make this mistake .... Let me just kill you .....”

I will definately teach him how can someone live themself. "Hmm promise" i replied Immediately he Hugged me with his both hands. Damn i Missed his hug so much, I hugged him back locking him my arms. "Don't get always so mad you have to control your anger my Angry Bird. I'm scared of your anger" Listening me , he break the hug "Seriousally" he asked. In shock "Obviously look at yourself in mirror. Damn you looks so scary in angry like vampire" i explained with action "Idiot" he hold his guitar back.

“Rouge... harder, please—” I panicked. I needed to get out. I took a shaky step backward, my hand reaching for the doorknob. Rouge stopped. He froze completely mid-thrust, his thick, rigid length still buried deep inside his woman. The woman looked confused. Slowly, terrifyingly, Rouge turned his head over his scarred shoulder. His eyes weren't silver. They weren't icy blue. They were a burning, lethal crimson. The moment his gaze locked onto mine, I felt that again, I am in danger...

Claire pouted as she trudged over and stuck her lip out once Alisha’s hands covered her eyes. With some help, we rolled Franky over so I could pull down his underwear and start carving into his junk with his own knife. The few males on the cage paled and had to look away, but many of the women looked on with satisfaction. No doubt this asshole abused more than a few of them. Reaching up to my sleeve where my packet of silver dust was still hidden with duct tape, I took a small pinch out and started spreading it into all of the cuts I made. Now it wouldn’t heal quickly, helping to spread the story of our new sickness.

Standing before us are two beings so beyond our reality, I almost want to laugh just to keep from falling over. Angels. Real ones. Not pretty stained-glass angels. Not soft, glowing, harp-toting cherubs. These are soldiers. Aliens. Weapons given form. Ten feet tall. Four wings each—two across their shoulders, two just below the ribcage. Four arms. Eyes like voids. No whites. No irises. Just endless black. Golden skin. Battle armor. Swords, shields, spears—and a fifth hand left free, I guess, in case they feel like waving.

She glanced up at the sliver of light from the door, fear sliding across her face like a liquid mask. I let out a soft whimper and curled into a ball where I lay on the floor. Then the tears came. I sobbed into my knees until I started hiccuping. “Hey,” Rain crawled over to where I lay and started rubbing my back in gentle circles. “I know it sucks, but we’ll look after each other, okay?” As she rubbed, my tears slowly began to subside. "But I… I'm the Silverwolf." I sniffed and looked up at Rain. Sympathy colored with pity in her eyes. "I don't like it here. I want to go home."