The Scavenger Hunt Dramione の小説・ストーリー

DRACO His target was a girl. He had no idea he was hired to kill a woman. He was a merciless bounty hunter,but he had strict rules against harming women and children. His contact hadn't briefed him properly,he would've never accepted the job. They only gave him a time and place, a description of clothing and that was all. He never met with any of his contacts prior to the kill. It made his job much easier, sealing off loose ends, faster. He'd never really cared about the reasons why anyone hired him, he was in it all for the money. And he needed the money badly at this particular point in time. His time was running out, he needed this money or his grandma was gone forever. She was the only f

i said Damons pov i know i was the last person draven expected to show up and ruin his dinner, but it was fun to me. i have been feeding from Clara and but of course i make her forget that anything like that ever happened,she goes out with scaf covering her neck of the bite to prevent anyone from seeing it.

“I’m a king, not a baberian. I still know how to show etiquette when needed.” “Okay. I will send some scouts to confirm what she just said.” Hale said, heading for the door. “Good. I will go talk to our guest/ Prisoner.” Damon said. They both split and went separate ways. Hale to organise the scouts and get a map to Crescent pack from Joselyn, Damon to speak to Josh’s dad. As he walked through the corridor, heads bobbed in greeting. “Hello, again! You see I’ve had people searching for packs for any girl named Arabella within the age range I assumed she would be now.” Damon said. “We found ten people using that name, none of which turned out to be her.”

I flew around searching for Freya, but each white hunter light I spotted, wasn't her. She hadn't accepted me as her Fennid yet, so I knew her glow wouldn't be pink like mine. This was going to be harder than I thought. Gradually the sound of bones breaking against trees, screams, and whimpers began to die down. I spotted Carmen and the other hunters, but I couldn't see Damien anywhere, they were all huddled around in a circle. I landed behind them and shouted out,

“This is crazy. And I love it!” If I had known that giving in to my desires for Darius Thorne would result in this amount of happiness, I wouldn’t have fought it. But there’s no harm done. The day is still young, and I’m still going to be around since my mission just started. I am certainly going to have one-of-a-kind fun this time. Now, back to my mission… I sat up and reached for my bag. I didn’t pay much attention to the gold bar and lump. My hand went straight for the purple paper. Once I wore some gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints, I unscrolled the paper.

I was fading. Ava watched us, her expression unreadable. Then she walked to the window, pulling aside the heavy velvet curtain. Beyond, the cityscape of Hell stretched, a panorama of fire and shadow. "Alright, Damon," she announced, her voice sharper, more focused. "If we're going on a scavenger hunt for creation in a graveyard of gods, then we need a plan. And you, my dear dying brother, need to hold on." Her eyes, when she turned back, were full of a grim resolve I knew all too well. "Don't you dare leave Misha with this mess."

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”

“It said, ‘Do you remember the moons?’” My hand tightened around the blanket. “Lyra… you didn’t go to the lake.” “No,” she said softly. “But the lake came to me.” I felt cold rise in my chest. A knock sounded at the door. Damon entered, face pale. “Ivy,” he murmured. “You need to see this.” I kissed Lyra’s forehead and followed him to the outer steps. “What happened?” “A scout returned,” he said. “Shaking. Barely able to speak.”

Scar woke up rushing directly to look for r Damon 's at the manor, Scar found the room he had been last night empty and followed his Shadow's scent from the door of the study through the manor and out into the gardens where she found Damon and Shadow walking up the lawn from the copse of trees beyond. A wave of jealousy hit Scar the moment she thought of the fact that the two of them had likely been sharing information about the rebellion, a shift, transforming into wolf form and frolicking through the trees with little care for