Steel The Hedgehog の小説・ストーリー

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

As he climbed out of the car, he felt an excruciating pain in his stomach but ignored it. Hughes stumbled to his feet as the assholes came around the car. One asshole looked at Hughes' stomach and began laughing. "Looks like half of our job is already done!" He said, pointing at Hughes and he looked down. Hughes' eyes widened when he saw a piece of metal sticking out of his stomach. That's what that pain was! Hughes growls as he grabs a hold of the metal and rips it out. Before the red-headed idiot could respond, a wheezing sound was heard as Hughes threw that piece of metal at his throat and pierced it, almost decapitating him with it.

Lucy The bike roared beneath me, a beast alive with fire and steel, and I clung to it like my life depended on it. Maybe it did. My arms tightened around Blake’s jacket, the leather rough against my cheek. The cold night air cut through me, but the heat of his body under that jacket was steady, grounding.

I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground. Hex was typically a small man who looks harmless, but he was a special breed of puca. He could shapeshift into anything, and my personal favorite was the wendigo; An eight feet tall creature, if his back weren’t hunched he would hit the ceiling of the garage, he had nothing but bones and flesh with patches of black and brown fur here and there, horns like a woodland animal, his face was skeletal, and if he weren’t too busy eating the humans, I would have almost called him cute.