Shadow The Hedgehog Holding A Gun の小説・ストーリー

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

A laugh came out, "You look like..." I rolled my eyes, "A penguin I know." "Come on, wear my helmet," I shook my head no. He sighed aspirated, "Don't worry I don't catch a cold easily. Unlike you. Now please wear it." Even though he said 'please' he forced the helmet on my head after putting my hair to the side so it won't get tangled. "That's better, now let's go." He smiled gently and grabbed my hand swiftly, pulling me out from the shop and towards his motorcycle.

We both nodded, and after counting to three, we both jumped in a synchronized way to the place of the respective shadows. As I was falling, I could see a guy in a black robe with his face covered carrying a submachine gun. Seeing me, I could see his reaction of surprise, but in that split second, I unleashed a burst of shots against his chest. The man fell while I turned and positioned myself behind him while holding his body to use it as a shield.

he snarled in her face. "Al-Alpha of the Broken Shadows Pack. Al-Alpha Caleb Asher." she stuttered. I crouched down and crawled closer to the side of the wall so that I could see the scene clearer. I realized that there were many more big buff guys guarding the alley that led to an empty road. The guy in the hood took out a gun from a holder and pointed it to her forehead. Her eyes widened as she saw the gun that was pointed to her forehead and started shaking as more tears spilled out of her eyes.

“Return to Nidhogg, and I won’t report this to Rei-sama.” “Shut up!” Ren snarled. “I won’t return to Nidhogg!” The Nidhogg assassin narrowed his eyes before raising his gun at Ren. “Then you leave me with no choice, Ren-sama,” he said, before one finger curled around the trigger of his gun. A gunshot rang out. But it wasn’t from the gun of the Nidhogg assassin. That gunshot caused the Nidhogg assassin to drop his gun with a painful cry, cradling his right wrist. Ren blinked at that action before spotting a shadowed figure appearing from around the corner, armed with a gun.

She tipped the scale at a whopping one hundred and forty pounds—much of it muscle, she told herself firmly—and she had no chance of taking on a werewolf, though she had come prepared, just in case. She opened her eyes, pulled her gun out of the glovebox, and slid it into the waistband of her pants. In her front pocket was a gaudy silver cross necklace covered in rhinestones of all colors, and her other pocket held an extra clip of silver bullets. She'd acquired a small bullet-loading machine to design her own ammunition and made a surplus in preparation.

and then his. He's dropped the gun and is holding on to his forearm which is now sporting a huge hole that's gushing blood. Honestly, I don't understand how his arm is still attached and it's making me sick to look at it. His face is pale and he falls to his knees, swaying as he stares at his arm. And then Quinn's walking out of the cover of the trees, a hunting rifle in her hands.

Massive and silent, the bird watched, his black eyes glinting like polished obsidian… The men gave pause, their eyes wide and hearts trembling with fear as they gazed upon the creature before them. Part demon – part Robin Hood! If his cloak was black, that was... “Shall we try this again?” he taunted, holding out his arms in clear invitation. The men didn’t hold back. The guns opened fire – a rain of bullets that shredded the air. For a moment, smoke filled the rooftop, thick and acrid. Then, as it cleared, they saw him.

The atmosphere grew thicker, suffocating, every breath laborious under the crushing gravity of what he just said. He's a predator among predators. One wrong word, one false move and they're all done for. Shadowy quickly straightened. “I’m sorry but that has nothing to do with us. We won't ever want war with your kind.” Antonio said nothing. He grabbed something and placed it on the desk. A bullet. Shadowy picked it up and froze. It has the organization's logo designed on its body. “I don’t know how this came to be, but..”

No one is to lay a hand on her. "Here's a little motivation." I swiftly grab the gun that has been tucked behind me, in my pants. It's loaded with silver bullets, lethal to werewolves. Before anyone could blink, I randomly shot one of Russell's team members in the head. I watch as his lifeless body falls to the ground, leaving a crimson puddle that's most certainly going to stain my new and expensive rug. I walk back to my desk to put the gun down and then turn to watch the color drain from their faces, the horror that fills their eyes, the fear that is consuming their entire being.