The Red Death Osmosis Jones นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There wasn’t much—just bile from an empty stomach because I hadn’t eaten since before work —but it seared my throat, and the sour stench turned my stomach all over again. “I didn’t know you were squeamish,” hoodie guy said. “No,” I rasped. “I just don’t enjoy hearing people describe how they jammed their bone back inside their finger like a goddamn Lego piece.” He tilted his head. “You should drink some water.” “Water?” I laughed weakly, voice trembling. “Yeah, sure. Let me just grab some from the imaginary vending machine.” “Can you both shut the fuck up!” the redhead shouted suddenly, voice cracking. “Some of us are still trying to process the fact that people just… exploded.”

When they took out the object that was in the bag, I wanted to vomit so much. It was a decapitated man's head. You could say that she was still fresh with blood still flowing, but what caught my attention was her eyes.His pupils were red and the rest was black. Oh no, they killed a giant! "So you probably understood what he is, but do you know who he is, Your Majesty? By intuition that I hoped was false, I knew exactly who this man was. I swallowed and asked who he was.

Cassandra hits the creature but the Undead keeps Roseanne at a deathly grip, not letting go. “Food…” It snarls and bares its fangs. The Undead’s real stench of rotten onions hit Roseanne’s nostrils and she is disgusted. She thrashes and hits the Undead but to no avail. “Food-” Suddenly, the Undead is knocked away by a sheer force. Roseanne is released and she coughs. Looking up, she sees the large silver wolf with blood red eyes. The eyes which meet hers. “It is time,” the voice in Roseanne’s head whispers. “Save him, Roseanne. Save him!”

Indeed, Harry's face had brightened, and the deep circles under his eyes were gradually disappearing. Jason's eyes were now closed. In so doing, he had entered the mind of his pack leader. At first, he felt he was in deep darkness and had to walk into a thick fog. It was only after a few seconds that a silver thread, floating in space, appeared before him. The second he'd found the link between himself and Harry, Jason clasped it between his fingers and began to wander through the labyrinth of the Red Moon Alpha's mind.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

I rushed into the bedroom, desperately trying to wake Luna and Liam. Yet, no matter how hard I shook them, they would not stir. With no other option, I tied the rope tightly around my body. I secured one child to my front and the other to my back. As I prepared to run back to the balcony, a crystal chandelier came crashing down, narrowly missing the three of us by a second. I froze for a moment, catching my breath, before pushing forward. Behind me, I could hear the chaotic sounds of furniture collapsing and explosions echoing through the apartment.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

Even as a Vampire, he could feel Swift howling and growling inside him. It wasn’t any animal. It was human. He could guess it. His senses were getting clouded. He was getting high on the whiff. Sniffing once. Twice. He opened his eyes. His face was screaming intoxication and pleasure. He took the bottle to his lips. Reading everyone’s expression. His crimson red eyes were sparkling golden in between. His friends were all tense. He could faintly hear Alpha Michael since Zol couldn’t hear it. They were all standing sucking in their breaths.