Novel & Cerita Shadow The Hedgehog Holding A Gun

Hmghhh, the one who grabbed my jacket huffs, ‘You didn’t see anything, girl’ He whispers roughly and pushes me to the side, leading to the streets. My legs don’t pick up immediately; it feels like as soon as I walk out of here, that man will be dead, but am I ready to risk my life for another man I do not know? Quickly, without thinking twice about it, I turn and my feet carry me away from the scene, and just before I leave, I catch a glimpse of the shadow in the corner who spoke up and probably saved my life tonight, but not only the shadow; I catch a glimpse of a silver gun in his hand, the only thing that shines brightly in the darkness. It sends a chill up my spine as I reach the side of

When the man began talking, it felt like he was covering her body in warm honey. "I must apologize to you. I'm Alpha Gunnar of The Shadow Howlers. My head warrior showed me evidence that you had been kidnapping humans. When I looked closer at the evidence, I couldn't determine if what he said was true, so I wanted to do more investigating. Omar?" Alpha Gunnar looked at the warriors, and the large one in front stepped forward, his neck bare in submission. "Yes, alpha." He answered in more of a growl. "Why have you set out to destroy this pack?" Gunnar asked. However, it wasn't Omar who answered.

he taunted, landing a swift counterpunch that sent the thug stumbling. I faced off against Mohawk Guy who is in front of me, dodging his wild swings of his bat with a mix of agility and street smarts. "I've had enough of clichés for one night," I quipped, landing a solid kick that had him reassessing his life choices. The room became a battleground of fists and chaos. Amid the battle, a mysterious figure in the shadows aimed a gun at us. Before I could react, Hendrix, with his werewolf reflexes, deflected the bullets with a piece of debris.

The spikes are already hidden in the surface of the wand. The hunter shakes his head, quickly rebuilding himself from numerous internal fractures . Looking ahead, his eyes see a werewolf standing with a wand . There is wild anger in his eyes. He sees the wand, it flies right at him, passes through the chest and gets stuck in the wall. He feels the thorns dig into him. He sees the energy in the Shadow Pin begin to work, forming a barrier.

The thought made her blush hard. The forest began to thin. Lyra recognized specific trees now. That oak with the twisted trunk where she used to climb as a child. That stream where she'd caught her first fish. The boulder shaped like a sleeping bear. She was home. Really, truly home. Finally. Lyra emerged from the forest and stopped. The border guards stood at their posts, chatting quietly. When they saw her, their eyes went wide. One of them was James, she remembered his name. "Luna I mean, Lyra?" the younger guard stammered. His face had gone pale.

"I promise. It–it won't happen again. I won't– I won't fail you again, Big Boss." Antoine smiled. "Of course. You won't." He retreated to the table, tossing the blade in a tray where other bloody tools settled. He picked up a towel, wiping off the blood on his hand, and said, "Finish him off." From the shadows of the room, a younger man in a black hoodie stepped into the dim lights with a gun in his hand. With the swift precision of a sharpshooter, he pulled the trigger and drilled a hole flawlessly between the man's eyes.

the driver said, pulling away from the curb. "I didn't see any police, " Henry said. "Are you trying to --" "Something's wrong down here," she said. "I'm seeing shadows move, but I can't see what's casting them." Henry was suddenly all business. "What do the shadows look like?" "They're . . . blobs. I can't describe them any better, but that's what they are." "Did you bring a weapon?" "I've got my snakewhip belt, and a 9mm in the purse."

"I wish you weren't so afraid to show yourself more often." "How touching," a menacing voice says from behind us. Alessandro and I whirl around to see a figure standing a few feet way. We scramble to our feet, Alessandro grabbing my hand. I can't see him well because he's got a black hoodie that conceals most of his face. "Who the hell are you?" Alessandro demands. The guy pulls something out of his pocket. The half-moon flashes on it. Holy crap, a gun. Alessandro pushes me behind him. "What the hell do you want?"

Literally. I glance over to Saleem and Shadow briefly, they sit high in the branches of the trees under the shadows, silently watching, waiting for the moment to strike for the kill. Seeing me looking at them both heads turn towards me, giving me a slight nod of questioning. I give them a nod, signalling what I want. Immediately Shadow drops from his spot with agile swiftness that shouldn't be possible, he lands silently on his feet behind the guard, I watch with narrowed eyes as Shadow swiftly grabs the guards head, giving it a sharp yet sudden tug in which immediately snaps his neck. Shadow lays him on the ground, and the moment he does, Saleem follows suit in dropping to the ground outsid

Hudson didn’t look faze, he continued to speed off and I tightly clutched on his jacket to steady myself. That left two. One of the remaining rogues hung back, his bike weaving to avoid Ethan’s attempts to flank him. He sneered at us before he whipped out something from his jacket and then I saw it, my nightmare, a second gun in his hand. And I could recognize the silver bullet in it even in my dreams! “Hudson—!” “I know!” he snapped, his tightened his grip around the handlebars. The rogue raised the gun, his aim steady despite the bumpy road and the slight shaking of his motorcycle. My breath caught in my throat. There was no way we could dodge this.