Staryk 소설 & 이야기

A FEW YEARS AFTER… “They’re here, mummy!” Four-year-old Javier was running up and down the hallways, super excited when he heard the helicopter land on the other side of Illa de Tagomago. Calleigh smiled down at her son, even as she tried helplessly to hush him before he woke Stella, his two-year-old sister, who always got into everything when she was awake, or Felipe, his six-month-old baby brother, who generally just sat on the floor and watched it all with his mouth open, drooling from his first tooth.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.

"Haaaa? you just ate Seblak—a spicy food containing vegetables, eeg, and some uncooked crackers." "Stttttttt Dad!" Cherry heard Jerry whispering to Kalila and Kalila answering his words. Jerry and Kalila are two people whose behavior sometimes looked like a child even more, but when it came to their children, they would become very mature. Like dogs and cats, they got into fights, arguments, and even brawls, that was how they kept the home united, unique and uncommon. According to Cherry, Jerry and Kalila are an ideal and perfect parents.

The thick metal bars bend from his strength. “A bull? What the fuck?!” I grab a child’s shirt from the pile Marco left near the door and use it to protect my hands, pushing against the door to keep it closed. “That’s not a bull, dummy!” Saint growls and comes forward. “That’s the fucking Minotaur!”

"The three of you should bow in my presence and kiss my feet if I demand it." Sarn, the glorious purple dragon laughed the loudest. "I'll tell you what. If you can defeat us, we'll bow and I'll even kiss your dirty, smelly feet." His tail made a grand sweep and Laryn's mammoth head lowered to avoid it. "Yeah make us," Bastian mocked. Fire showed in his blue gaze as he challenged me.

"That's right. I confirmed this with the locals who’ve seen lights coming out of his body while he’s meditating. Some have even seen him levitating. But the locals call him a monster or a mutant.” "Interesting…" Adrian's interests were piqued. The chances of an immortal living in hiding within Novemton were very low. Jerome would have had fierce competition if that man had participated in the legate selection. Adrian asked, "What's his name and how old is he?" "His name's Strider Hicks and he's twenty this year. He also has an eighteen-year-old sister by the name of Caitlyn Thorne. I've done some digging and found that Strider grew up with his grandfather. It’s said he'd frequently climb the

“I don't see anyone.” “Just close the window, please.” My mind is still anxious. The thought that someone is always with me scares my mind too much. Not because I am a coward, but I am worried the stalker might find out about my real identity. He closes the window and comes back to me. “I will ask Sean to keep an eye on you.” My head nods. As he kisses my lips one more time, we continue until early morning, fucking each other the whole night shamelessly. The next day, it was time for another competition. Fighting a beast. Lozark had brought that beast from another pack. They're known for their barbaric nature. Huge like bears, cruel like lions, has sharp fangs like vampires, and resembles th

The unbearable agony drops the massive rogue to his knees, his throat letting out a high-pitched scream of pure torture. "You are in deep shit now, rogue!" Baldy gasps, his face covered in sweat. "We belong to Territory Alpha Stilinski! He will have your flesh torn into bird meat for this insult!" Derek replies with a cool, indifferent voice, "I am sorry, but my ears have never heard of this Stiles Stilinski guy. Is his wolf supposed to be someone important in my forest?" He tightens his iron grip on the broken bone, causing Baldy to shriek and curse the Moon Goddess.

But as he reached the door, a heavy, armored hand slammed it shut from the other side. "Sterling." Jack recognized the voice. Deep, gravelly, with an accent that carried the weight of centuries. He opened the door to find himself face-to-face with Korvin the Rendered, a seven-foot-tall former Null Beast who had been accidentally given physical form by Haley's chaos wave. He was a massive, grey-skinned humanoid with fractal patterns running across his body like living tattoos, and he was flanked by twenty armed soldiers who shared his unsettling, half-rendered appearance.