Sukuna Megumi Vessel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They brought us to a large pair of black iron doors engraved with the sigil of the Iron Fang—an open jaw with jagged fangs, poised to crush. One guard knocked once. The doors groaned open from within. A wave of warmth spilled out from a massive hall. At its center stood a long obsidian table, flanked by high-backed chairs. There were eight people seated already, their eyes locked on us as we entered. At the head was a tall man with storm-gray eyes, cloaked in deep charcoal leathers. He didn’t need to rise for his presence to be felt. Alpha Regal. Beside him, equally composed and unreadable, was a striking woman with silver-streaked black hair braided tightly over one shoulder. Her eyes were

His body tensed as I came up behind him. After collecting himself, his hand slowly reached out and opened the door slowly. With the lights out, I could see Luna Breanna laying in bed, looking extremely fragile. Her shaky hand was outstretched as lightning illuminated the room. Only then could I see just how bad she looked. The skeleton like features only had a thin layer of skin around her body. Black and blue were more vibrant under her eyes and her eyes themselves. The kind of sick that you can smell.

​The Orbital Shadow ​High above Neo-Tokyo, the Pen-Ship, a massive, golden vessel shaped like a fountain pen nib, began to rotate. Its underside glowed with a terrifying, sterile white light. This was the "Scrub-Beam," a weapon that didn't explode; it simply removed the data of anything it touched. ​"Target lock confirmed," a robotic voice echoed through the tactical suite's speakers. ​"They're early!" Elena shouted, slamming her hand against the desk. "We’ve only decoded forty percent of the Null-Sector coordinates!"

In the midst of their embrace, she caught a vision—a flash of a wolf running across a battlefield, its black fur matted with blood, smoke rising from the carnage. She pulled away abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I... I need to go." Damon's brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to touch her arm. Aqua shook her head, her mind still reeling from the vision. "It's nothing," she said hastily, brushing off his concern. "I just... I have to go." She turned away before he could protest, her steps quickening as she made her way back towards the truck. Damon followed close behind, his expression puzzled but unde

“You’re here to tell me everything.” Tamika’s cheek stung, but she clenched her jaw. “I don’t know what you want to hear.” Selene exhaled through her nose. Her hand lifted, and from the shadows, Ilya brought forward a small metal rod, red at the tip from a fire pit hidden behind a panel. Tamika’s eyes widened in horror.