8 Lives Of A Century-old Trickster の小説・ストーリー

He joked, laughing his ass off like an insane mother fucker. My parents? Fuck it! They were traveling now to arrive early tomorrow, I almost forgot that. But what if this is just a bait? I know that there are many creatures who want to take their life but they can't because of how hard they can be abducted, their body is still in their 30s even though they are already thousand years of age. Those are not that easy to beat that's why I'm sure that he can't take them with him that easily. This surely is just a waste of time.

Maybe the only fun I had there was flying with swords. Then the future galactic world? Honestly, out of all my ninety-nine reincarnations, I didn’t reach that kind of world yet or even some apocalyptic world, and I’m thankful for that. [11:59 pm] It really felt like I am having some sort of a countdown for New Year. But in my case, it's a countdown for my New Life. Yes, let's just call it new life and not death. It sounded depressing to call it like that.

I looked at her scrooge-like face and was immediately reminded of my younger self in my past life. When I was seven years old, I had once suffered from a 104-degree fever, but Mom wanted to skimp on the 100 dollars it would have cost to bring me to a clinic so that she could save the money for lottery tickets. Instead, she forced me to eat two-day-old chicken noodle soup that had already gone bad. I'd nearly become mentally impaired after that fever and had to spend two weeks bedridden. I never wore a new piece of clothing in my teenage years either, wearing only hand-me-downs from my sister, Andrea Fletcher.

I whisper, as Chance laughs. His kind of fairy used to be one of my most favorite to hunt, drain and of course take all the money. His kind were always filthy rich with tons of lavish trinkets. I even lived in a mansion owned by one of the most notorious after I took nearly every last drop from him and his guards. The bell rings and while I hear it, I barely move. Jasper grins and flashes me his jagged fangs. Nine hundred years ago, I’d have ripped those teeth straight from his jaw with absolute glee. Dante gives me an idea and I take a different tactic.

The entire pack was in mourning, myself included, for our dear Elder. “He lived in peace in our pack for two centuries,” I continued. “Two centuries, most of which he spent not only serving Moonstone, but all five packs; he was a legend, one of the oldest of our kind to have ever existed. And you pushed him into a coffee table.” “I—I didn’t mean to—” “Bullshit!” I slammed my fist on the metal table, causing Amelia to jump and whimper in fear. She would have likely jumped up and scurried over to the corner, had the shackles around her wrists not been attached to a hook in the floor.

“So there are chances when two of them can exist in the century?” “No, a shapeshifter dies at the age of fifty. No magic can beat that.” “But you said you have lived three centuries.” “Pace yourself, boy. There is a caveat. To live passed fifty you need to kill the reason you die.” “You’re speaking in parables.” “When another shapeshifter is born, the previous one dies, almost immediately. It was an ancient curse that was laid by a witch who was burned at the stake.” I kissed my teeth, curses laid from agony were difficult, if not impossible to break.

It hadn't bothered me, I truly believed what I'd told the kid. "Shit," Trick runs a hand through his hair. "That kid has been looking for a dad his whole life. His mom is nothing like you, she's struggled since he was born. He's of age now, and he sees the quick money you can get on the streets. He's gonna get mixed up in some shit he can't get out of. I'll have a talk with him." "He seemed like his bark was a lot louder than his bite." I mean what I say, I've seen crappy people, and he looked like a kid playing at being a bad ass adult. Nothing at all like the real thing.

So, in his panic, he begged, "Please, young man! Just let me live, seeing as I worked so hard for over a hundred years! I will dedicate my life wholly to serve you!" "Are you really that naïve?" Charlie snapped coolly. "You've lived for a century as you said, and you thought I'd be merciful after how you hunted me down earlier?"

“Oh yes,” Anton murmurs, nodding sagely. “One of those. Please, tell us more.” I glance at Anton, again rolling my eyes because I know that he’s as ignorant as I am. He gives me a little smirk before we both turn our attention back to Laila. “It was a deal,” Laila says, taking a sip of her sea water. “My great-great-great-Grandfather – I lost count of how many generations back – made a deal with the God of Death. In exchange for two hundred and fifty years of life –“

I began, but they both brought their hands up. “As much as your anguish is real, as much as your grief is palpable, there is a lesson in this,” Father Sigmund said. He was the oldest of the elders and spoke the littlest, but whenever he spoke, people paid special heed to him. The rumor around the reservation was that Father Sigmund had made a deal with the spirits, granting him eternal life. Since we were such a closed community, these rumors didn’t take long to start and spread. The man looked like he was a hundred years old. If that was what immortality looked like, I didn’t want it. More importantly, I didn’t want any sort of life if it was not with Alice.