Yellowjackets Trigger Warnings の小説・ストーリー

"Whatever is in that water supply... it amplifies aggression. Fear turns to rage. If we fire tear gas, they won't disperse. They'll charge. They'll trample each other to get to us." "So we just let them burn us out?" Haley asked from the corner. She was sitting on the floor, surrounded by a nest of cables, her laptop balancing on her knees. She wasn't cracking jokes today. Her face was pale, illuminated by the cold blue light of her screen. "T*****r is... it's a bloodbath, Jack. #KillSterling is trending worldwide. They're doxxing everyone. They found my old apartment. They found Marcus's sister's grave. They're tearing everything apart."

They always threaten my parents when I am on the verge of breaking, and I know they don’t make empty threats. “Stop playing with your prey, Thalia”. Jake speaks up with a snort. “Yeah, she isn’t even worth missing lunch for, so let’s get this over with. Time to go snorkeling!”. Jerry grins demonically. Not this shit again. There isn’t anything they have done that has been more repulsive and disgusting than this. The first few times, I actually swallowed the disgusting toilet water. I shiver thinking back to that. It’s the most disgusting, vile thing ever.

Her warning rang ominous bells in my head. “Danger!!! The blood suckers are here!”

Ginger Geller looked miserable, and he was going crazy with envy. Javen deserves to die, he deserves to live! However, before they could savor this pair of bad karma mandarin ducks, they jumped into the sea one after another, and suddenly there was a huge sound of footsteps around them! 'Finished, just Cassie sent two fireworks is a distress signal! Let's go! ' Juwan's face suddenly became extremely bad. 'Evil wind organization ... is it terrible?' Ginger Geller didn't know these things and thought Juwan was making a fuss.

Blue Lake Public Park was filled with forensic analysts who took pictures of the signs drawn around the tree and the blood splattered on the branches. “She should not be seeing this, Frostwood,” Jamal whispered to me. “I can hear you, werewolves have super hearing abilities, Detective,” Yulia said, unable to take her eyes off the corpse nailed to the tree. “Fine, you should not be here, this is not your scene,” Jamal said. He turned to me. “Stop exposing your niece to things like this.” I was tired of hiding the fact that I was already mated to Yulia but I was not sure I trusted Jamal just yet. He currently answered to no one and that worried me.

I felt something crack inside my chest. “No,” I said. “That’s where you’re wrong.” A pause. Longer this time. Then curiosity. “Oh.” “I won’t let you use them,” I said. “I won’t let you turn this into slaughter.” “You already did,” the voice replied softly. “You just haven’t seen the fallout yet.” The relay screamed in my hand. Red warnings flooded the screen faster than I could read them. Collins shouted, “Multiple sites are spiking. This isn’t simulation.”

“No, Trigger. Don’t” His chest heaved, his eyes held fire and rage but he let the kid go with a warning. “You piece of shits touch her again and I’ll burn this freak show to the ground” “Okay, okay man. Fuck, it’s a haunted house. We are supposed to do this kind of thing” Before I could tell Trigger, we had to get going, a couple of hands grabbed my shoulders and I screamed getting hauled into the shadows. Someone else screamed beside me but I was too stunned to pay attention as I fell to the floor wading through plastic skulls, hands, tendons, fake blood.

Jake pulled it back. He pointed out the window—at the alloy ram, caked with hours' worth of zombie guts, black-red sludge dripping from the spikes, reeking like death. "Who said you could drink it?" Jake raised an eyebrow, matter-of-fact. "Take this water and wash the front of the rig. It stinks. It's killing my mood—my Sanity's about to take a hit." Bella's hand froze mid-air. Her grateful expression solidified, then slowly cracked.

Whatever it was—probably enlightening her they might be shifters —it caused the girl’s expression to cool, and she turned away quickly. “This isn’t the friendliest place,” said Liam. “Agreed, but here I am. You’re the one who called me, Jalen, so what do you want?” Bodie was struggling to appear more relaxed, and his wolf was calming down now. He watched Jalen dig into his pocket and pull out something with what looked like disgust. He passed the paper to Bodie, who took it and read it for a moment, his gaze darkening and his wolf threatening to come to the surface again. “Where did you find this garbage?” It was a flier filled with warnings for the shifters to stay away from humans. Whoever

“F-k those stupid boys. F-k this whole f-king pack. F-k the whole werewolf species. I should send out a f-king Secret Keeper warning to the town that their children might be related to one of the sluts and begin baying at the full moon… A Secret Keeper warning…” She sat up suddenly causing him to grunt in surprise. “Internet is in and out… But if I can post something about those… creatures… to the town social media, then… Anyone that looks will see it, hopefully before anyone takes it down…” “We are no longer talking about the Triquetra,” he noted wryly.