Thomas Dalton Mein Kampf 소설 & 이야기

Arthur stands taller, never taking his eyes off me. “What is this fucker still doing in one piece? You should have had no problem putting him down?” Dane looks between Arthur and Thomas, his brow furrowed, as if he is missing something. He is right though. Arthur fights better than the glimpse I saw. It’s almost like he wasn’t even trying. “I won’t stoop to his level. He is no threat to me. Some people never change. Once a mindless killer, always a mindless killer.” Arthur turns to walk away, and the colour drains from Thomas’ face.

She answered “What about the other one?”I asked about the second member of the Daleton Boys. “Oh, his name is Ivanovo Daleton. Ivan is the smart one and the star athlete out of the three of them. He plays basketball and his family owns Daleton prep.” “Wow, does he like have any famous sibling too?” I asked very much curious about them. “Not really, he has two brothers but they’re in middle school”. She answered. “He mentioned having a girlfriend, do you know who she is?”

he hissed, raising his uninjured hand. ​“Too late,” I gasped, ignoring the pain, ignoring the panic, forcing my lips into a triumphant, cold smile. “It’s already done, Thomas. They’re coming. Frank Dalton knows everything.” ​His face froze in disbelief. He stared down at me, the confusion battling the rage. ​And then, faintly, through the closed door, we both heard it. Not the scream of a child, but a low, steady sound that made Thomas’s blood run cold.

Then, he collided with tables and chairs with a resounding clash before coughing up a mouthful of blood. Dalton panicked, unable to register what had just happened. Once again, a stunned silence fell over the ballroom. The spectators stared in disbelief, some even rubbing their eyes in confusion. Dalton was the newest Lord of War of New Avalbourne, known for his terrifying strength. Yet, he was sent flying by a single kick from Matthias. Not only that, but he was coughing up blood. Had Dalton truly been defeated? "No! This can't be real! This isn't happening!" Stuart cried out, his composure shattering.

The damp strands of hair clinging to my temples should have been proof enough—I had trained just as diligently, even without him around. Elijah spotted me first, his face lighting up in greeting as he waved. Matt, on the other hand, simply gave a curt nod. The contrast between them was almost comical—Elijah, easygoing and friendly, while Matt mirrored Dalton’s cold, calculating demeanor. Sometimes, it felt as though Matt was merely a younger shadow of his king. Dalton shifted his attention back to his two warriors and spoke, his voice laced with challenge. “There are those who claim I don’t fight fair, that I wouldn’t stand a chance against two of my own warriors at once.” His tone was casua

I looked at Thomas—broken, corrupted, destroyed by his own ambition—and felt nothing but pity. "No," I said, lowering my hand. "I won't kill you. That would make me like you." I turned to address the crowd. "Thomas Aldridge is defeated. His claim to High Alpha is forfeit. He'll stand trial for his crimes and spend the rest of his life imprisoned for treason and murder." The crowd erupted in howls of approval. I stepped off the platform and straight into Dante's arms. "You did it," he breathed. "You actually did it."

But here he was, in front of her, in all flesh and bones. Without looking back, Abigail conceded. "He was one of Kendrick's men. He was the only one who went into battle with Kendrick and came back alive. But until recently I haven't heard about him. His name is Dalton. And I would not take him for granted. He is as wicked and cruel as Kendrick." A clap was heard. "Good, good. I'm surprised you know so much about me. And I know little about you." He smiled at them. "But you were mistaken somewhere."

Zayn stared at him. Thomas was dumbfounded, but before he could say anything, Zayn had already begun to walk away. Zayn said to Daryl, “Daryl, is it? I thought I taught you a lesson? Did you forget about it already? You’ve even got the guts to bring all these people with you to fight. Kids these days… All you do is go around causing trouble everyday instead of practicing good virtues. Right, I’m going to give you a chance to take your men and leave. Once you leave this place, you’re going to focus on your studies. Also, you’re never going to bully Thomas ever again, and if you do—well, I wouldn’t mind teaching you another worthwhile lesson. It’ll be one that you’ll remember for the rest of y

Dalton was not lying. ***

“Then come with us. We can protect them.” Thomas laughed, but it was hollow. “From Daven? You don’t understand what he’s become. The things he’s made deals with.” They stood in silence. And then Thomas lifted his sword again—this time with both hands, knuckles white. “I don’t want to fight you, Theo. But I have to.” Theodore’s heart sank. “Then this ends in tragedy,” he said. Thomas moved first. He charged forward with a desperate cry, blade slashing through the air. Theodore deflected the first blow with the back of his arm guard and sidestepped the second. His movements were clean, precise—honed from years of fighting wars under Marcus’s command.