The Last Gunslinger 소설 & 이야기

To my dismay, a thin black cylindrical gun blocks the way and the elevator sounds loud reopening; "Welcome!" The doors open wide. His shiny black boots are the first thing I set my eyes on, and they remain on them, afraid to look up. Summing up some sort of courage, I slowly lift my gaze up viewing his blue blazer, blood soaks the edges of his blazer. There's a red mini rose in its pocket, his bloody hands form a fist holding something. Finally, I look up at him' My handsome devil.'

Before I knew it, the young lady was gone! Selena Kephissa Habsburg! The name echoed in my mind, and a sharp pain rsn through my chest. That was me. The war was because of me. Tears started to stream down my face, and I let them flow freely, not trying to stop it. They dripped from the ache that bound me. I observed as the old lady brought out silver knife to herself, and before the four men could reach her, she stabbed herself in the heart. No! Oh! I let out a loud scream as I hurried to her side, holding her close, sobbing uncontrollably.

It’s my last link to Aiden. The paramedics tell me to hold on a little longer and I hear one of the nurses snap at Lilith telling her that now is not the time for this behavior. That’s the last thing I heard before my world went black.

While sipping the aromatic schnapps at intervals, a stick of St Moritz cigarette clung between the fore and middle finger of his right hand. The glass of schnapps was half full, as he thought of his mother. He had never had a ‘normal’ period in his life. This was the sole reason his mother always pestered him to get married, whenever she had the opportunity to see him. At forty-three, there was not much he could do as a new entrant in any Government agency, parastatal or organisation. He’d been dismissed from the Mobile Police force for complicity in a kidnap case, before opting to be a hired killer.

He's not the same Hydrae I used to play with when we were kids. *** Hunter I have long been waiting for this day to come. This is the day that I will take vengeance for the murder of my kind. I learned a lot of secrets since I went back here. Now, I understand why Hydrae and Khan Awae wanted me dead. Thanks to Ruth for not killing me. Now that the four guardians of lights are complete, my duty is fulfilled. Completing them was the mere reason for my existence. If I die today in this war, I can say that my life was not a waste.

He simply stepped back to the perimeter of the pit, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his piercing silver eyes tracking my every movement like an apex predator evaluating a test subject. Across the Colosseum, partially obscured by the flickering torchlight, Denzel Darkmoor leaned silently against a stone pillar. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets where my mother's silver locket rested. I was completely on my own. "Begin!" Hawthorne shouted, bringing his arm down in a sharp, swift arc. Before the professor’s hand even hit his side, Susan moved. She didn't hesitate or test my range; she charged with terrifying shifter speed, a blur of motio

It was deep, controlled, and devoid of anger, the kind of voice that never needed to shout. "I... I can pay you." "No." "I'll disappear." "No." "You'll never hear from me again." "I know." After a brief pause, a single gunshot exploded through the hall, vibrating the music stand beside Elena from the sheer force of the blast. The body hit the floor seconds later. The killer didn’t move immediately. He stood there, listening, just as she was. Elena lowered her breathing until it was barely noticeable, but as she shifted, her piano bench creaked beneath her weight. It was too loud, far too loud.

Whiskey. I gave Tobias and the angry woman a large birth and made my way back to the shed where they had been keeping the prisoner. The searching warriors were moving further away from the village, just as I had hoped they would. This should be a quick and relatively easy task. Not even Gunner and his little bitch Mate will get in the way of my mission. I climbed onto the same tyre, under the same window, and peered through the dirty glass once more. Gunner’s mother and father had left now, but the prisoner wasn’t left alone. One of the dirty wolves from Doyle’s pack was now joined by three people, probably members of Gunner’s pack. Though, just by looking at the fowl glare and the dishevell

Closing the cabin door behind him, he removed his face-mask and calmly took a seat across from the man, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "Where is she?" inquired Mr. Singers nonchalantly. The man with the gun let out a chuckle before replying, "As expected of Code S, your deductive skills are as keen as ever." "I am no longer Code S Banito," Mr. Singers declared, his expression somber. "I have changed my ways and distanced myself from the organization." Banito, the man brandishing a gun, responded with a sinister laugh. Just then, Agatha emerged from her hiding spot, a sight that didn't surprise Mr. Singers in the least; he had been anticipating her arrival.