Bad Moon Rising のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

"What are the hunters all about?" Daemon asked for the first time since either of them said a word. They had been busy digging the dead man's grave to ensure he had a respectful burial. Another drag on their journey but certainly Sebastian did not mind so long as their devoted personality was properly laid to rest. He was upset that he could not get the man's name or, more importantly, his clan if it still existed. It was such a shame he could not, and it hurt severely like a double-edged sword had been thrust through his chest, making it sore and heavy. The branches they broke off to assist with the digging, and both their hands hurt this time as the other times, they had used tools found in those ruined clans, but of course, this one was no clan, and it had to be done because he demanded that it be done. It was awful that they would all have to go through all this, but regardless, he had his men digging and apart from the beginning, when the man had died and told them they would

"So?" he asked as she entered the hall"So what, uncle?" Abby asked, obviously irritated"How did he do?" Helsinger asked"How did who do?" she shot back"Cut it, girl, you know well enough who I'm talking about," he said"If it's your prized student,.he did okay," she said"Okay? He was awesome!!!" another that had walked in with her first chipped in.Helsinger felt proud. It had taken a while to groom the boy ready for the field. Caelum was not short of surprises as he found himself advancing and excelling in everything he laid his mind to doing.He was graceful as he was brilliant, and Helsinger found that he saw him very well as a son. The boy was something, and he felt close to him.If he was being honest, Caelum reminded him of someone he used to know back in the past.He did not want to think about her for a long time, but he could not get her off his mind.She had stolen his heart entirely forever, and he still wondered how she was and where she might be.He found solace in th

She was crying soon as she struck over and over again, and luckily, she had not noticed that she was being watched, or he might have at the time when she was training not to live to tell the tale. The training grounds were suited at the back of the men's quarters where they all slept, which meant anyone could hear what was happening. That was where Caelum's side and his window were facing. When he heard the sound of someone training, he was about to dismiss it when he recalled that Rowan did say he had convinced the spirits into reaching a truce on when to talk to him. They had agreed, which meant that was not them. He had become curious and managed to get out of his bed slowly as he walked out of the room and around to the training grounds. He was careful not to be noticed and was not surprised to see it was her training. He had half expected she would do something of the such, but the other half had been that she would stay in bed to get proper rest to be well enough for the

Days now, and all she felt was discomfort and sadness. They were becoming worse; her dreams had become so real that she could no longer gain much control. She had been trying her hardest to keep it away from Grimshaw and his cronies, but at a point, she failed when she suddenly woke up the next morning with a scream so loud. Grimshaw had heard, and he was the first to come to her room and seek her out. She had heard the scrambling of feet right outside her room while she was awake and scared, but no one came inside to look for her. She huddled to herself alone, really scared, until the doors opened, and Grimshaw walked inside with messy hair on his head. He had walked over straight to her and grabbed her by the arms, through which he shook her violently until she was forced to look up at him. "What did you see?" he demanded of her "No...no... nothing." she stuttered "Lies. I can tell when you are lying," he said to her "But I saw nothing," she said, but even her voice spoke cle

"And what is the reason for the intrusion Zyair?" Grimshaw asked angrily. How he glared at the boy showed his hate for him. It would seem like they were mortal enemies. The boy looked shaken up but tried to hide it by frowning. Instead, he glared at Mara, and seeing her alone fueled his hate for her. She had no idea why someone would hate her so much on earth when she obviously never wanted to be there. She wanted to stand up and explain how she was being forced into this union herself, but his face said it all. She would only be making a spectacle of herself and would not get much sympathy from him, much less his listening ears. She looked away from the boy and then at Grimshaw. It was written all over his face. The hate he had for the young man was evidently clear and scary. Had she not been there, it seemed like he would spring up and leaped upon the young man. He was not giving off any fatherly love towards the youth, and then she felt she could see the boy at his feelings t