Soldier King Of The Griffin Division の小説・ストーリー

he said. “What’s a frontline?” asked a very interested Annabelle. “Frontline, that’s what we call when a soldier gets to be out first in line. They’re usually the ones who are closer to the encounter. They get to be the ones to face the enemies first.” She took a deep breath and an anxious look. “But isn’t that dangerous?” “Of course. That’s why I look up to that man. Not once he ever got wounded on the battleground. It’s like he just swallows hits of those rebels. That’s also the reason why he got to be an officer though he’s still young” He said with pride.

I glanced at her but she shrugged and flashed me a sly smile. "We, the Elite Soldiers of the Lycan Army, pledge our loyalty to you, our new Alpha King Alexander Wade! We will forever be at your service!" The men spoke in perfect unison with their fists pressed against their heart, while their eyes glowed bright, sparkling silver. It faded only when they had slipped the last word. I could tell not a single one of them was joking, but I still couldn't believe this was actually happening already. I'm not even a king yet. I squinted my eyes at Imogen who nudged me, glancing at the soldiers who seemed to be waiting for an order.

I glanced up at him and bit my bottom lip. "You're a very lovely doctor and smell divine," he said sincerely and I grinned slightly and told him thanks but I needed him to start walking on his own. Griffin nodded and after brushing his hair back with his fingers started stepping after the soldier out the steel door. The other soldier followed after us aiming his gun at Griffin's back. The soldier that was beside me hurried forward and unlocked the door to my cryptids. Enzo rushed to the bars and nodded to Griffin. "Good evening Grif, sorry about your poor sister, she was a lovely woman," he said with true sincerity. Griffin nodded and was surprised to see the vampire.

There are a few bodies scattered around, but I can't tell who they are. My eyes land on the king, his white wolf pinning another to the ground before ripping out their throat. His brother's wolf is nearby, fighting someone else entirely. His black form moves like a shadow as he snaps the spine of another shifter. I can't tell where Elric or his pack are. And I can't tell who's f*cking winning. My shoulder twinges with pain. I glimpse down at it. One of Elysia's teeth had managed to find a gap in my armor. There's a tear in my shoulder and I can't tell how deep it goes.

I shoot one after the other, on a rampage. He shakes his head vehemently. That bastard. How could he do this to his own son? I clench and unclench my fists. "When was this?" My heart accelerates to an erratic rhythm and it's as if he identifies the traitor before I do because it knows. It already knows the answer. The soldier grits his teeth. "10 or so years ago," he replies. My heart beats so loudly I'm afraid it will burst out of my chest, scared that every single man in this room will be able to hear it cry out. In victory, in defeat, in madness, and delight.

Only a bad person could come into the palace through the fence, right? “Call a guard! Now!” I shouted at Selene, panic surging through my veins. “No, no.” She looked at him and then back at me. “That grunt, it sounded like the Alpha King.” I blinked in shock. “I... what?” I shook my head in confusion. She rushed to the man on the ground and knelt beside him. My legs shook as I stepped back. She took off his mask and looked back. “It's him.” My blood ran cold. Why would the Alpha King drop down from a fence?

What would they know of the rites between sovereign and subject? To them, Griffin was their commander and their cause. Joan was the woman who had given their general a son. “Your Grace, our general has spilled his blood and given his life for Cathor!” A lieutenant with a scarred face rose to his feet and said at the top of his lungs, “He only wants to grant his woman and his own child a proper place in this world. What is wrong with that? You may be royalty, but you cannot break the hearts of your loyal soldiers like this!”

He was her great grandfather. Standing up in the middle of the mess, he swepted his hands down his pant legs. Once finished he turned to the King and gave him a bowed. Turning around he bowed his head in respect to the council members in front of him. As he lifted his head, his eyes looked straight at Jezzebelle and they had rage firing in them and it was directed straight at her. Janelle was being watched by two of the royal guards, the Leigonaires. Highly trained skilled warriors with one purpose to dedicate and protect the royal family. But as the King never married, it is just him they are dedicated to. Bryon and Cassius have no problem flexing their muscles in the right direction even i

Once I can see through to the other side of them, I see the soldiers assembled across the prairie on the edge of the forest in the royal lycan uniforms. Alexander stands ahead of everyone else, dressed for battle. He has no horse, which means he intends to shift at some point. I know the exact second he sees me. In that moment, the bond goes still, his desperate fervor replaced with nervous relief. He’s here. He came for me. I knew he would, but to witness the entire royal army laid out before me is something else entirely. Minister Coltain brings us front and center of the rebel group, directly across the prairie from Alexander.

“That’s just how it’s done.’ I remember the night my family was killed right in front of me. I was supposed to be next, but the Beta hesitated. I was the youngest, I haven’t even shifted yet, and one of his warriors asked the same question I’m about to ask, “What difference does it make if you’re alive or dead? You are no threat to him.” That warrior saved my life. He gave me the chance I needed to get away. The door to the room swings open and an impressive wolf with curly brown hair and amber eyes walk into the room. “My name is Griffin. I’m King Bowden’s Beta,” he announces. “When the king enters, you are to go on your knees before him. Do not look him in the eye and only speak when spoke