Vader Upgraded Suit の小説・ストーリー

Too blurry to identify clearly, but the accompanying document had enhanced it, analyzed it, broken it down with cold, clinical efficiency. Six foot two. Approximate weight 210 pounds. Gait pattern consistent with Alpha-dominant werewolf. Scent markers detected at scene match Silvermoon Pack territory markers. Method of kill consistent with professional pack enforcers. "Alpha Kael Stormridge." Sera had spent three weeks researching him. Learning everything she could about the man who'd stolen her entire world. He was powerful, feared, respected. Alpha of one of the strongest packs in the northwestern territories. His pack controlled valuable mountain territory, had strategic alliances, comman

Kylo is starting to snarl and put me behind him protectively. "Moja Laska, it's okay. This isn't a threat. No harm is going to come to me." He looks deep into my eyes. I am sure he wants to know what I called him. But he was more curious about the smoke. Drake appears from the smoke. Always dashing and flashy. True Lord of the vampires style. He is wearing a black suit with silver and red accents. His black hair slicked back. His eyes weren't red but a deep purple. Kylo is in shock by someone so flashy just appearing from red smoke in my bedroom. I am unfazed. He does this often.. "Always with the dramatics." I whisper and giggle at the same time, while watching Kylo's reaction.

The morning was there before they knew it. Chad dressed in the mercenary robes that the Guard had presented them with, a splendidly tailored outer robe of the darkest brocade. Sky’s robe was no inferior: he wore a suit of dark blue, looking just as magnificent. Compared to the farmhand he was before, he appeared to shine.

Lucian and Zara didn't walk out of the shattered master study; they stalked out like two apocalyptic gods of pure vengeance. Zara had completely discarded the sheer black silk robe. She was now encased in sleek, pitch black tactical Kevlar, her dark hair pulled back into a severe, unforgiving braid. The breathtaking, untouchable bride was entirely gone, violently replaced by the absolute, lethal Sovereign of the Valerius empire.

The sound echoed off the cinderblock walls. Vespera didn't flinch. She sat perfectly still, her spine straight against the uncomfortable metal chair. She was wearing the midnight-blue tuxedo suit she had bought earlier that day—armor for the battlefield. Her wrists were cuffed in front of her, the cold steel biting into her skin, but she rested her hands on the table as if she were waiting for a manicure, not a prison sentence. "You look comfortable," Vance sneered. He was a thick-set man with a stain on his tie and eyes that darted around the room too quickly.

Master Wade said entering my room. He was already dapperly dressed. “You look handsome, sir.” I complimented though it was a rare time that Master Wade wasn’t dressed to the nines whether casual or otherwise. His suit was a deep stark blue, his lapels a deep burgundy color resembling that of Shadow Veil’s banner colors. His slightly silver-streaked hair and beard were sharply done. “Thank you,” he smiled. “I trust that everything is set for tonight.” “Yes sir, everything looks great,” I reassured him and as I did, I couldn’t help but immediately turn my thoughts to Bone’s concerns about his hard-earned business.

There was only the mist, the terrifying silence, and the ghost of the man who had built my nightmare. "Look at you," CEO Vane said, his voice cutting through the silver quiet without the aid of a comms-unit. He stepped down from the ramp of the black interceptor, his "Void-Suit" shimmering with a fluid, white-gold lattice that looked like it had been spun from the crust of the cracked moon. "Still clutching that broken piece of iron. Still pretending that a scrapper’s blade can cut through the fabric of reality, #3."

Suddenly, he realized… ‘Those clothes… They seem really familiar… That’s an old-model battle suit of Wyvern Peak. It has decayed so much that it already fused with the corpse and changed completely.’ Adrian fell silent at that thought with a frown on his face. Next to him, Nadine gripped his arm even tighter as she anxiously said, “What’s the matter, Adrian? Please say something. I get really scared when you’re so quiet.” Adrian turned around and looked at Nadine for a moment. ‘Where’s your father?”

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear

Another explosion followed, disrupting the speedster's motion as he hit a wall and fell to the floor. Struggling to get up, he noticed something. Someone appear from the point of the explosion where a large section of a wall was missing. He watched the high-heeled boots make their way through the wall and then the rest of the body, which was unclear to make out because the person's face was concealed though the body appeared to be female, thanks to the design of clothing she had on. The person approached him and the speedster instinctively reacted by charging. He was about to strike the unknown adversary when she suddenly took out some sort of weapon that resembled a grenade launcher but ins