What Did Black Noir Write To Homelander の小説・ストーリー

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

Christine said angrily, then walked away. Gregory just stared on quietly as Christine walked further away from him. “What did I do?” he thought to himself. **** ~THE MONTGOMERY MANSION (DARKHOUND PACK)~ “Lord Noah, a letter has come in for you.” A warrior wolf said as he walked to Noah's side of the dinner table. As he got in front of Noah, he bowed and handed the letter over to him. “You may leave,” Noah said, and the guard walked away. He turned the envelope and found the seal was a Dragnon seal; the letter was from Anaya. He tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter, then read it in his head.

Viktor nodded frantically, sweat beading on his forehead. “The blackmail letter came through your network,” Daemon continued, his voice dropping into something cold and absolutely without mercy. “Someone paid you to deliver it. Someone paid you to gather the sketch. Someone has been using you as their intermediary for months. So I’m going to ask again: Who sent it?”

And most of all— Scared of being right. Noah held her gently. His heart shattered seeing her like this. If only he could take away her pain. If only he could tell her how much she meant to him. But he couldn't. Because she belonged to Liam. And she always would. Or so he thought. At midnight, Emma's phone vibrated. Unknown Number. She frowned. Who could be texting this late? She opened the message. And her blood ran cold. The text contained only six words.