Twin Blood Stone Shards Farm の小説・ストーリー

"The exact dates. The targets." I looked at the warehouse door, at the marks the couriers had left glowing faintly on the frame, at the shard humming against my hip in rhythm with the crimson light. The shard wanted in. The shard wanted blood. The shard had been forged by Duskbane hands to maintain boundaries, and here was a boundary I needed to cross. "Mira," Austin said, reading my face with the intimacy of someone who had once worn my enemy's skin. "There are at least six inside. Maybe more."

Trigger Warning: Violence, language, mention of childhood trauma, kinda POV Stone The twins were hard to track and although Smith was a genius tracker, it took him all day and half the night to finally find them. He spotted them in a stolen car from the strip club and was luckily able to track it by hacking street cameras. "It looks like they stopped this afternoon at a motel this afternoon, that or they ditched the car there and stole another one." Smith finally said after calling us all back into Dad's office.

There was no point in refusing to answer because if I did, I would be thrown into yet another cage—one with far less freedom. "Balor Bloodstone," It was hard to see Garren's features within the shadows, despite the light from the moon and my fae eyesight, but I could see amusement in his eyes before he blinked it away. "What did he want you to steal from me?" "A stone," "A stone," He repeated, and I nodded. "Not the whole thing, just a sliver would do." He let out a low hum. Like he was thinking it over. "There is only one stone I keep in the library that would even be worth stealing. Why did he want you to take it?"

Perhaps she shouldn’t feel offended by the comment, but it stung a little. Ms. Smithy continued. “The prepaid card will be sufficient for you to buy several new outfits, shoes, bags, whatever you need, and all of the items will be yours to keep. You will not have to pay the money you spend back unless you stop working for Whitaker and Whitaker within the first six months. If you should quit early, you’ll be contractually bound to pay back every penny.”

I winced in pain as I stood up from the floor of my tiny room. The cracking sound of my bones reminded me of who I had become. I touched the painful bruise on my head as I raised the curtain to catch a glimpse of the beautiful rising moon. My favourite shape of it, I liked watching it peer through the clouds to cast it's cool effect on earth. At such a time some time ago watching it from the balcony of the luxurious pack house but today my glorious days had since disappeared into the abyss.

Am I close to getting the moonstone? TBC.

And now, as I gazed upon his forsaken fortress, I knew that the time for reckoning had come. The wind howled through the barren landscape, a haunting symphony that echoed my determination. With every step I took towards the fortress, the memories of Jane and the pain caused by Zack’s cruelty fueled the fire burning inside me. I would not be denied. I had trained relentlessly, honing my skills to become an unstoppable force, an avenging demon. The world had taught me the hard way that justice was rarely meted out fairly, so I had taken matters into my own hands.

“Mr. Naiswell, forgive me for using my uncle’s name to invite you over. I have something I needed to be authenticated by you, but I couldn’t care to carry it around carelessly as it has an incredibly unusual origin.” Upon hearing this, Shane Naiswell’s impatience vanished. His eyes shone brightly. “And what is that?” “It’s an artefact called the Eternal Jade. However, I myself couldn’t ascertain whether it’s real or fake.” “The Eternal Jade …” Shane Naiswell inhaled deeply. “Where is it now?” Liam Stone chuckled. “Please have patience, master. We can always look at the jade later. Right now, I’m having some problems in my arena. Would you mind if I show you the jade after I sort everything o

Could trace the invisible threads that bound them together. She saw them. All of them. Her voice came out steady, almost mechanical, as she began to speak. "The second stone is in Pyre Hollow, where Ashborne Alphas were reborn." The words flowed from her lips without thought, pulled from somewhere deep inside, from the visions flooding her mind. "The third is in Clawrock Park, where the mountain split under the weight of the first war." Images flashed behind her eyes. Stone. Blood. Fire. "The fourth is in Blackwater Fall Park, where water swallowed a city and never gave it back."

Iron Fangs has had a long-standing weapon exchange with five packs", she said. She flipped the pages quickly. "Rave stream, Frostbloom, Granite Spine, Hollow Shade, and Bloodhound". "Ravenstream is too far", I said. "Exactly. And Frostbloom's forges freeze every other month. Granite Spine's metals are too brittle for our needs. Hollow Shade...you do not want to owe them favours". She tapped a nail on the last name. "Which leaves Bloodhound". I frowned. "Bloodhound? They specialize in specialized weapons, not mass military supplies".