1x1x1x1 Fanart Forsaken の小説・ストーリー

ULFRED: SNIPER NATASSA: COLLAPSE EMILIO: MOVE ERMANNO: SNIPER ELIODORO: FIRE DESPOINA: SLIMES EVA: WATER ____________ POXWER young wolf and the FAXNERY" BORIS: X-RAY THYIA: FREEZE THYONE: SOIL DESPOINA: CREATE EGIDIO: SHIELD ULFRED: SNIPER NATASSA: COLLAPSE EMILIO: MOVE ERMANNO: SNIPER ELIODORO: FIRE POINE: SLIMES EVA: WATER ****** BORIS" "It's not only Zack that's in the perimeter guys! I saw KEZTOR and THABHEX too."

Amoy kalawang, langis, at ang mapanghing amoy ng recycled oxygen ang bumungad sa kanila. ​"Xander, hindi ito abandonado," bulong ni Aria habang itinataas ang kanyang Hohenberg Defender Fan. ​Mula sa mga anino ng mga dambuhalang generator, lumitaw ang mga pigura. Sila ay mga tao, ngunit ang kanilang mga balat ay maputla at ang kanilang mga mata ay malalim—ang mga "Forgotten Workers" ng Mars. Pinamumunuan sila ni Vargo, isang lalaking ang kalahati ng mukha ay gawa sa luma at kinakalawang na cybernetics.

Beneath the unfinished HERE LIES line, smaller text glowed into being, as if responding to the brush of my breath on the stone. Titles. In a neat column, each one is separated by a tiny, blood‑red dot. “Salt & Silence.” “Ghosts in the Vents.” “Grin Wiring.” “The Bone City.” “Housekeeping for the Damned.” “Untitled Train Thing.” “Dead Girls Don’t Trend.” “Threadcount.” Some had skull icons next to them, jagged and final. Some had hourglasses, half‑full, sand frozen mid‑fall. One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

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His gaze lowered. There, tucked between older bindings. Half-hidden. A scroll. Darker than the others. Worn. But not from neglect. From age. From use. From being opened… many times. Long ago. His fingers hovered over it. A pause. Then He pulled it free, dust fell softly as it shifted. He stared at it for a moment. Longer than necessary. Like something in him already knew. His thumb brushed over the edge. The seal. Faded. But still there.

As if that wasn’t insulting enough, he attached a note saying that he’d happily claim the woman Justin no longer wanted. My attendant intercepted the gift and went straight to Damian. That very night, the lights of Damian’s council chamber remained lit. The next day, the Northwind Pack severed all trade ties with Silas’ pack and issued a stern warning. By the third day, Silas’ pack fell into ruin, crippled by a shortage of resources since the Northwind Pack withdrew its support. It became known throughout the werewolf realm that I was the boundary Alpha Damian would never allow to be crossed. I approached Damian to offer my thanks, but he simply looked at me calmly.