Wheeljack X Ratchet の小説・ストーリー

It was wishful thinking, but it was the best I had. I bent down on the ground and swung a leg beneath Husky, making him topple to the ground. I took advantage of Pitchy’s surprise and pushed him away before I began running back to the forest. I barely even took three strides, before both managed to catch up with me, pushing me to the ground. Pitchy held my arms down, while Husky bent on the ground to hold my feet down. “That was a big mistake, sugar,” Husky grinned. Both their fangs came out and I was sure I was about to lose all sanity, considering that it was the third time in the past twenty-four hours that vampires had threatened to suck my blood.

he inquired, the weight of the decision evident in his weary tone. I shot a glance at Jake, my beta, who stood beside me, mirroring the resolve etched on my face. There was no turning back now. With a nod between us, an unspoken agreement passed between our wolf instincts. We both began the transformative process, shifting into our full wolf forms. The air crackled with the energy of impending conflict. Alpha Draxler, sensing the shift in our intentions, raised an eyebrow. "I'll take that as a yes," he remarked, his gaze flickering between Jake and me. It was a silent acknowledgment that the negotiation had reached an impasse, and we had chosen the path of resistance.

Jack caught Marcus's wrist with his right hand. The weight hit him like a falling piano. Jack’s shoulder socket screamed. He felt tendons popping. "Aaaargh!" Jack screamed, dangling from the ladder, holding three hundred pounds of werewolf with one hand. "Drop me!" Marcus growled, seeing Jack’s face go white. "Save yourself!" "Shut up!" Jack gritted his teeth, veins bulging in his neck. "I don't... drop... friends!" "Entropy!" Jack focused. He couldn't lift Marcus. But he could strengthen the metal. He pushed energy into the ladder, fusing the bolts, making sure it didn't snap under the strain.

The whiplash easily dazed him for a brief few seconds. And that was all the time Raijin’s Truesight needed to complete its takeover. Without Jester available to manually defend his circuits, it had free reign over its intelligences. It spread from line to line, node to node, and circuit to circuit, and took it all over with hardly a fight. By the time Jester had recovered, it was far too late. His screens were filled with massive amounts of alerts, but his controls were pretty much dead. He tried to reboot his systems and mashed on his controls, to no avail.

He understood the pivotal nature of this moment, one that could shape not only his own ambitions but also the fragile power dynamics within their werewolf society. As the significance of Jake's words sank in, a surge of determination coursed through Chuck's veins. He knew he had to navigate the intricate dance of alliances carefully and convince Glenn of his genuine desire to see an end to Blake's reign. He realized that only through unity could they hope to achieve the individual goals they sought.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

“It’s her…..” I broke his jaw before he could complete the statement. I looked at the man, and I knew him. He was in a rival group that was Blackthorn. They have both been trying to get the werewolf skulls for years but I have been safeguarding this area with all my strength. I look up to see Jaxon fighting like a man who planned for this. He was efficient and ruthless. He moves toward the trucks. “Grab what you can,” he shouts. “We’re pulling out.”

Jack silently thanked her meticulous planning and twisted out from underneath the desk. Water spilled in through the large window like a soda bottle emptying its contents. The floor quickly filled with salty sea water. Now that the Alphas were vulnerable, Jack struck at them, one by one, with his flame. Their tech suits couldn't protect them now. They slammed back against the wall. The one he kicked now crawled towards him on the floor. He stomped down and cracked the man's helmet. He stomped again, the man sputtered water right before his brain turned to mush.

Neon ink slithered under their skin, pulsing faintly in time with some rhythm I didn’t want to identify. They were not drones. Not vampires. Just… people. Broken and welded back together by this place. The leader—Wires—twirled a length of chain lazily, the end weighted with a chunk of broken concrete. “Nice gear,” he said, eyeing our scavenged weapons. “And you made it down here without getting mulched. Impressive. Shame you won’t last long.” “Maybe we’re here to join the neighborhood association,” Jax said. His tone was light, but I could see the way his shoulders had shifted—weight balanced, knees loose, eyes tracking angles and exits.

“Men on their bow, men in their boots.” “Let them think,” Kade said. “We’ll give them a better thought.” The swan’s side guns cracked belatedly honest roundshot, scatter, and roar. Two balls smacked planks amidships and made the Wraith grunt, pain deep and pissed. One kissed the rail hard enough to throw Freckles into Jas’s shoulder again. Jas caught him like he was committed now to the habit of it. “You make a practice of that,” Freckles panted.