Once A Luna, Now A Stealer? のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 281 - チャプター 290

TheonLucky for us, none of the stewardesses on any of the flights we take appear to be hunters. We arrive at the Henri Coandă International airport in Bucharest, Romania after 15 hours after leaving the Chicago O’Hare International airport.Lucky for us, it seems Hunter, who had lived in Romania for half of her teenage years is very familiar with the Romanian language. We all exhale in relief upon hearing that. As soon as we exit the airport the fact that I’m no longer in the USA finally dawns on me, and I feel a bit lost. We’re literally plunging into our plan blind here, and we’re at the mercy of Hunter and Callista’s ring.I’ve never been this off in my life before. We were so far away from home in unfamiliar territory, and I didn’t know the dangers our environment processed.The Headmistress would be joining us when we get close to Callista’s location same as she did before because she had to attend the hearing at the Supernatural council regarding the Teller pack, as she was o

CallistaAfter my mini-breakdown, I feel a bit more stable. The storm inside my head has calmed down enough for me to take in my immediate surroundings. So, I get up from the floor and turn towards the room. And then gasp. Because the bedroom looks newly prepared to accommodate me.I gape at it for a few moments, wondering how this had happened.Did the devil prepare the room for me before he teleported me from the bear pack? Or had he done it after, when I had been unconscious?Which was odd, by the way. I didn't know why I fainted every time I was teleported by the devil. It didn't happen when Matron Aldar did it. But that feels like the least of my concerns at the moment. As we walked through the temples, I realized that the architecture was very similar to that of the Greco-Roman times but looked even more ancient. There were pictorials on every surface, faded away with time for the most part but still visible.These pictorials looked a bit like Egyptian hieroglyphics, but more

Callista“I...” Qaetanya stutters, her expressions conflicted. “I... don't know.”“Seriously?”“I do not know how to save you from him,” defeated, she says. “Xaveraq is not the devil I knew anymore. He's powerful. He is so much more powerful than I can even fathom. I saw the way he battles with the witches. He shouldn't be able to win over them so easily, but he did.”She looks down.“I don't have the power I once did anymore. Thousands of years of living in bodies that were not mine had depleted it. My entire magical being depleted a lot of it when I gave Lucienne the power of the stealer. Now, I feel as if I'm ordinary. That I'm nothing more than the average devil.”“You lost your power. How is that possible? You were blessed by the Moon Goddess!” I yell, letting my anger echo in my voice finally. I don't want to hold it back anymore. “I don't know!” she lashes back, meeting my own tone. “I thought the same. I was called a deity, and I thought I was invincible. I thought I was the

Theon“Is that...” I say, quite unable to believe what I was seeing. “Is that a vehicle coming this way?”“The light is getting closer, which means it is!” Haden exclaims, his voice elated. “Dude, we’re not so fucked after all.”“Don’t get your hopes up,” I find myself muttering. “They might just drive past us.”I feel cynical because I don’t want to get my hopes up only for them to be squandered. “They won’t,” Hunter claims, and steps nearer to the road and starts to wave her hands. “My aspect is image manipulation, or rather, creating illusions. I can make myself look younger as if I were a child. If they are humans, normal, mundane humans, they won’t abandon a teenager and her family down the road with nowhere to go.”“Her what now?” Kiran asked, blinking.“You’re going to be my family. Master Tsertinand is my father,” Master Tsertinand makes a noise in protest which falls on deaf ears. “And we lost my mother when I was just a baby. Kiran, you’re my brother because you look a bit

TheonAfter a lovely dinner which consisted of bread, cheese, sarmale which are Romanian cabbage rolls, and chiftele, which are these special meatballs, we are shown to our room for the night. Before we leave for the second floor, we thank our hosts, especially Mrs. Costin who went through the effort of making the dishes, profusely. The kindly woman accepts it all with a smile. Alin and Mihai help us with the luggage.The room they show us is large and very spacious. There is a tiny bed in the corner that could only fit one person, a cupboard, a dresser with a mirror, and a little desk near the wall.The roof is bare, and the deep brown beams add a sense of coziness and warmth to the room. It’s painted beige, and there is a bearskin rug on the floor. In a corner, there is a heater.“So, what do you think?” Alin asks Hunter. “This is the biggest room we have, and there is a bathroom right next to you. But it’s not adjacent. Is it enough for your family and cousin’s boyfriend?”I find