Special Strike Rebellion の小説・ストーリー

“Don’t stress over it, Skye. I can take care of myself. Besides, it isn’t the first time this cartel clique has had their annual meeting at the club. Whenever they’re around, they don’t cause any trouble. It has always been peaceful.” I stared at her for a long moment, searching her face. “What do you mean by annual meeting?” Red shrugged. “I’m not sure if it’s truly annual, but what I’m sure about is that for the thirty-one months I’ve worked in that club as a stripper, they’ve been coming every year. This will be their third time.” My interest sharpened. “Could you by chance know the reason for this annual meeting?”

With their ability to cover more ground, the women could spread out, and those that had land riders or who could move faster wouldn’t need to continue at such a slow pace either. Calling out to a few of the other women nearby who were using transporters, she gave them orders to move ahead in groups of three. It seemed as if the rebels had broken into smaller bands. Chances were, most of them had no idea how to use the weapons they had, especially the Dicks. The Mothers would have the element of surprise, speed, accuracy, and a thirst for blood. She’d put her money on her fellow Military Mothers against these ragtag rebels any day. “Let’s go, women!” she shouted, cranking up the speed on her

I wanted them to be afraid. ​"NOW!" I roared. ​Down in the streets, a dozen explosions went off at once. The rebels had planted thermite charges on the perimeter fences. Smoke and fire filled the air, and the sirens began to wail. ​The guards at the base of the Spire scrambled to respond. Two "Beast-Slayer" drones—giant, spider-like machines with red laser eyes—crawled down the side of the Government House, their metal legs clanging on the stone.

“And that love broke her.” Ari looked out across the valley. “I can’t afford to break.” Veda stood. “Then make sure the new Pact isn’t built on hope alone. Build it on truth.” The next morning, Seris’s scouts reached the forest perimeter. Her army followed. Thousands strong shifters, blood-forged beasts, and human zealots marked with silver burns across their chests. The ground shook with each step they took. Ari’s rebellion met them head-on. From the cliffs, arrows rained.

Killian's Pov~ The RazorStrip Mile buzzed with smoke and adrenaline. Engines roared like angry beasts, drowning out the cheers of the reckless crowd huddled in the shadows of an abandoned industrial zone. RazorStrip mile is brutal—lined with rusted fence, graffiti—tagged walls, and shattered glass. One wrong move, and you're roadkill. Crowds gathered in tight clusters, lightning the night with flares and headlights. Some came to race. Most came to watch the downfall. Smoke. Cheers. Money flying. The underground circuit was alive tonight—rubber burning against concrete as the crowd buzzed with anticipation.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

I'm alive. I died after I was betrayed, but now I'm back. And I'll make sure no one can hurt me again. Not my sister. Not my husband.

“That’s their commander.” Sylvester’s jaw tightened. “Let’s take them down.” The two of them charged toward the enemy commander, cutting through the ranks with ruthless efficiency. The commander turned just in time to block Sylvester’s strike, their blades clashing in a shower of sparks. Rayka circled around, aiming for an opening. But before she could strike, a sudden explosion rocked the stronghold. A section of the northern wall collapsed, sending debris raining down. “They’ve breached the wall!” Kaelin’s voice echoed through the stronghold.

"You will find out howuch stronger I've gotten since our last encounter." In this battle! Steronick thinks. I shall findwhat that feeling means and beat him! In this battle! Ovid thinks. I shall avenge parents and destroy him! Game ... Match ... Set! ... Steronick Brightblade, an elite with a bounty of forty five thousand perus fighting for truth against Commanding Officer Ovid Stronghold worth fifty thousand perus and fighting for revenge. Steronick held out both hands, a red sizzleof electricity sparks there for a while before twored daggers appear. It was an ability he had which allowed him to summon mystical daggers at will.

Then, she stood up and activated the Second Marciais Combat Form. At that moment, another rumble sounded. A powerful lightning bolt struck, destroying Rebella’s physical body.