The Harvester 소설 & 이야기

He turned his face to the seemingly rigid, reluctant Willy and added, “Unless you wish to be all alone, all left alone in here when the lights go off, if not than I must advise you strongly to pick up a quick pace behind me — or else.” Oswald grinned to see Willy making, a head start behind him as they made entry into the next bright room. . . . . . The next room was as bright as the previous, but larger and contained a large machine of some sort: “Ta-dah!” Oswald Wayne the Stranger spread out his arms and added, gesturing grandly at the humongous machine. “The Stress Harvester,” the Stranger announced. “What does it do?" Willy found his voice for the first time.

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

“12 out of 21 deer have been killed by this hunter.” Holding my spear, I am trying to catch my breath while paying my whole attention to the keeper. Keepers are the one who has the information of how many kills a hunter has in an hour. “None other than, Raffi of the Ambrose’s!” I saw my father fixing his hunter’s robe while wearing his huge smile. The whole tribe is excited especially the women of which gender I belong to. I started to walk to the wooden stage created by the tribe for this kind of ceremony. Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever.

he said, and I looked at him, surprised. "Yep, I tested her, and she passed. She is John Hunter's daughter, alright. Her brain is like her father's brain. Her memory is unbeatable." He confirmed. "How?" I asked. "She read and summarised six hunter's grimoires in two days. She can tell you everything about eliminating werewolves, vampires, and witches. Her assimilation skill is very high. Are you sure you want me to train her because once that dam is opened, there will be no shutting it?" He said, and I stared at him, thinking, how could a human being read and summarise six grimoires in two days? I was proud of Karen.

After a short break for lunch, Izzy found herself sitting in the back of the wagon, gazing out at the scenery, book in her lap, coffee cup in hand. Since he had found out that Izzy ran on coffee, Nate had kept her stocked with her favorite beverage. The caravan was driving along the edge of the Forest of Whitaker, following it to their new home in Kreil.

Hunter asks, sounding defeated. "So she could control you. Don't you get it? She's working against us. She works for the FBI. She's never cared about you. She's only told you what you want to hear. You need to get rid of her. Send a message back to the Stones. Let them know what happens when you mess with the Reaper." I remark, forcing Hunter's hand. "I've already made my point quite clear." He remarks, refusing to look at me. Rather, leaning on his desk with his arms crossed along his chest as he stares at the wall.

Sheila whistled an old nursery tune she had been used to hearing from her human long before the war had happened as she bounced up and down on the seat perched in front of the wagon as it rolled quite noisly along the unevened road, she held on to the reins and did not bother to urge the horse to move faster because the road was a perilous mix of rocks, bumps, holes and sharp objects, she could not risk loosing a wheel or waking up the humans, but then she was sure that the bumpy ride must have woken them up already.

I croak after a few seconds of following her with my head down. "The Harvest is a tournament set up to ensure future peace between the allied planets. There is a war going on between the worlds, Fiadh. Humans have been deemed to physically weak to fight against our enemies actively, but under the terms of the peace treaty, Earth is still required to send five women to Harvest. The Harvest is where the Galaxy's strongest compete to win the hand of a female of their choosing. With every pair bonded due to the Harvest, the ties between the allied planets grows. Earth sends women so your people will continue to receive protection. With every human female sent, Earth makes ties to the other plane

His melancholic heart pushed him to pen a few lines. The spring breeze With coffee cups, No words said Only eyes catch-up, On green fields With trembling lips, Our hearts collide On the moist mud. It was as if God was playing a cruel joke on him. So many girls had confessed their love for him, but he did not care for any of them. Now, this one girl whom he loved more than life itself, did not consider him worthy enough. It reminded him of the famous Spanish saying, lo que se siembra, se recoge. What you sow is what you will collect.