Shatter Nova And Deacon の小説・ストーリー

Love wasn’t. I poured another drink and handed it to her. “To new alliances,” I said. Jessica took the glass, her fingers steady as she clinked it lightly against mine. “To new alliances,” she echoed. But we both knew… It was only a matter of time before one of us broke the deal. And when it happened, I’d make sure it wasn’t me. The drink was still cold in her hand when I decided. I wasn’t going to take her word for it. I needed action. Proof.

“You don’t understand what I’ve built. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” “I know exactly who I’m dealing with,” I replied, stepping forward, my gaze locked on his. “A man who destroyed everything for his own gain. A man who used people as pawns in a game he couldn’t even control.” “You’re not going to kill me,” Vasquez spat. “You’re not capable of it.” But Carter wasn’t listening anymore. With a swift motion, he shoved Vasquez to the ground, his gun pressed against the man’s chest. “No more chances. You’re done.”

" I need to kill him before he comes for everything. I am now rich, and I can afford international assassins. There is no time to waste. I need to speed up. " "Aww Vivian, Vivian I am back now, strong and fit. The great battle has just begun. I will take everything from you and destroy your family. I will make you suffer more than ever. You shall leave to tell your generations." Benjamin clenched his fist. He left the venue and joined his people. ............

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unknown POV: I always keep my promise, darling. Now I can watch you without any interference.

The two forces collided one last time—silver flaring, shadow striking—and a shockwave blasted through the Hall, rattling every book on every shelf. Nova screamed. Then— Stillness. Her body went limp in Kilian’s arms, breath shallow, skin a map of silver and shadow that slowly… slowly… dimmed. The two goddesses’ presences faded. First, the Moon. Then the Shadow. Until only Nova remained. Barely conscious. Barely breathing. Kilian pressed his forehead to hers, voice raw. “Nova. Come back. I’m right here.” Her lips parted. A whisper slipped through.

I look down at his hand and see scorch marks on his palm slowly disappearing as his healing kicks in. He opens his mouth to say something when the cocoon starts to dissolve from the top. I try to peer in impatiently when I catch sight of Nova, she’s sweating and her teeth are clenched. My gaze travels to the wolf and I freeze as I notice his top part isn’t a statue anymore. His head and arms are moving freely but his lower half hasn’t caught up with the change. Pieces of stone drop off at random when Novas arms start to shake. The cocoon has not completely disappeared and Novas swaying on her feet. Her eyes flit closed and she drops. I lunge for her and just manage to grab her before she hit

Nate I tear into the Wendigos like a beast possessed, shredding them until there’s nothing left but black blood and splintered bone. Then I spin and my heart lurches. I stand protectively in front of Nova, scanning the shadows for any sign of more Wendigos—or the rest of the pack. Thank the goddess, they were alone. Nova. She’s collapsed in the dirt, naked, bloodied, and barely breathing.

Betrayal flared in Nova's eyes as she kicked, fought, crying as Asmodeus held her. I pitied her. "Hurts, doesn't it?" I stated coldly. Asmodeus made a gesture with his hand, slamming the door back into Deacon's face and locking it. "Come back, little piggie." Deacon screamed, throwing his body at the door over and over again, but never able to open it. I turned my attention to Nova, letting my heart beat for her, understanding the pain she felt not only in her throat but in her chest.

“Victor Thorne isn’t your biggest enemy anymore.” My spine straightened. “What are you talking about?” “He’s pulling out. Quietly. Transferring assets. Liquidating offshore accounts. He knows the walls are closing in.” “That’s… good news?” “Not exactly,” Lucas said, his voice tightening. “Because someone else is stepping into the vacuum he’s leaving behind.” I narrowed my eyes. “Who?” He hesitated. Too long. “Lucas. Who?” He met my gaze head-on. “Daniel.”