AFTERGLOW | Feralis Series No. 1 のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

For wallflowers and those who belong nowhere ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆❝𝕻𝖗𝖆𝖊 𝖟𝖎𝖗 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖊. 𝕱𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖒 𝖟𝖎𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖒. 𝕰𝖘𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖚𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖚𝖎 𝖛𝖔𝖓𝖟 𝖓𝖚𝖐𝖊.❞ "The past is the past. The future is the future. The Present is who I am now." ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Prologue| Monstrosity, And Lunacy For Eternity TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains strong violence, blood, cutting off limbs, and loss of loved ones, which may not be suitable for some readers. Discretion is advised and stay safe. Otherwise, enjoy reading. ❝𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙.❞ We were all protagonists in our own stories. To some, we were the hindrances in their paths. However, she was the villain for all. Tired footfall echoed in the dark, empty hallway and only she could see from the dim light of her dying torch that she was holding. With a limping leg, she leaned on the nearest wall she could support herself. She tried to flap both of her feathery wings but to no

I pulled over in front of a two-story house and the notes of piano swimming in the night air made their way into our ears. It was one of Mom's—and mine even—ways to calm down, indulging ourselves in music. But I could feel the nervousness on the melody with the way Mom had hit a wrong note, stopping for a moment and then continuing in a slower tempo. Then she halted completely. She must be going down the stairs now that she had heard the purr of my motorbike die down. Despite that, I knew—I just knew that she at least had a stun gun hidden under her clothes right now. Or a gun. Bringing home a winged stranger claiming to help us wasn't trustworthy and I wouldn't just bring home someone. Yet, against those, I had brought home this woman who got off my bike like it was a donkey. Morris attempted to take the helmet off and I watched her struggle until she managed to unbuckle it. She passed it to me with a frown on her face. "Thank you for not telling me how to remove this thing," she s

With Morris’ help, we moved tied up and moved the old man to the backseat with Mom. Then I took the driver’s spot and Morris moved to the front. I drove back to my house, and put everything back in place, my motorbike and the piano while mentally mourning for the car we left before the fight. Then tucked Mom into bed. With a gentle kiss on her forehead, I ripped my note from my sketchbook and used the sling bag as a paperweight. I could already imagine her anger once she woke up. I grabbed a few snacks to be eaten on the way—wherever we were going and brought them to Morris. “Why don’t you take a quick shower?” She asked with a small smile. “I mean, we might meet people immediately after getting to Luminozenko.” “Oh, I’m glad you said that.” I sighed and led her out of the room. “There’s another bathroom downstairs, so clean yourself, too. I’ll use the one in my room.” “Thank you.” She began climbing down the stairs as I rushed to my room and hopped in my bathroom. Thankfully, s

"Now that we've bought all the things you need, we shall begin your training," the High Lord said, making me almost choke on the ice cream crepe he gave me as he handed a bill to the vendor. "Keep the change," he told him and motioned at our group to get going, whilst the vendor thanked him repeatedly. Just how much was that bill that the vendor thanked him like that? I quickly chewed on the crepe and swallowed, wiping the corner of my mouth with my hand. "Right now, Sir?" "Yes," he answered with a simple nod. "Don't worry. We will just go through the basics of handling zerfara for now." "Oh, okay." I took another bite of the crepe and winced as the coldness of the ice cream crept on my teeth, yet continued munching. "But Sir, may I ask what kind of transportation devices are used in Luminozenko?" "Well, on land, the most common are carriages. We have several types of them, some are powered by magic and some are pulled by horses." the High Lord explained. "In Winacellu, where most

TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains mentions of blood and violence, which may not be suitable for some readers. Discretion is advised and stay safe. Otherwise, enjoy reading. "You two ready for your Exam?" Sir Bernard asked a couple of Examinees with him, stepping inside a huge arena. Parting the veil of her hat, Cyan's lime eyes darted around, and grimaced at the sight of the crowd already gathered at the venue, which resembles a sports coliseum. Seats circled the wide and empty space, but the field wasn't green and grassy. Instead, it was covered with sand and dust, and no lines were drawn. It reminded her of the Roman Gladiators Arena she had imagined from scenes in books, watched from movies, and seen on the internet back on Earth. It made her hands tremble in excitement and nervousness, to finally step foot—no, fight in a place like this. "Cyan," sang Morris beside her and gave her a nudge. Cyan faced her, brows lifting. "Sir Bern asked if you're ready for your Exam." "