A Dark Presence Approaches Calamity の小説・ストーリー

"Prepare yourselves, for this is only the beginning of your reckoning." Thunder cracked across the sky, and the storm unleashed its fury upon the realm. The fated mates stood firm, their determination unyielding, but their hearts trembled with uncertainty. The harmony they had fought so hard to establish teetered on the brink of destruction, and the fate of their world hung in the balance. With a final chilling laugh, Malachi unleashed his dark forces, engulfing the realm in a maelstrom of chaos and despair. The fated mates braced themselves, ready to face the ultimate battle against the embodiment of darkness itself.

She could see the silver mark on his neck turning a bruised, dark purple. “She’s….she’s in trouble,” Killian choked out. “The Archive. Something is down there. Something that shouldn't exist.” The General, seeing Killian weakened, raised his broken spear to strike. But before he could move, the shadows in the room began to crawl up the walls. The lights in the Hall turned black. “What is this?” the General whispered, his voice full of fear. Outside, the sky over the North Academy turned from a fiery red to a deep, unnatural midnight. The very ground began to shake as the “Dark Wolf” started to pull itself out of the earth.

The castle shuddered as an explosion rocked the southern wall, sending a cascade of stone and debris into the courtyard. Soldiers scrambled to defend the breach, their cries echoing through the chaos. Hazel drew her dagger, her heart racing as she and Damon rushed to join the fray. This time, the Order’s forces were different. Twisted creatures surged through the breach, their forms unnatural and grotesque. Hazel felt the pendant pulse in response, its warmth spreading through her like a shield. “They’re using dark magic,” Damon said, cutting down one of the creatures with a swift strike. “Stay on your guard.”

they cried in unison, running to her. Clara dropped to her knees, pulling them into a tight embrace. Tears streamed down her face as she held them, her heart filled with joy. But her relief was short-lived. The air grew colder, and an ominous presence filled the room. Clara looked up to see shadows coalescing in the corners, forming into something sinister. The Guardian’s voice was grim. “The darkness has been unleashed. Prepare yourselves—it’s not over yet.”

What the hell are you doing here and why the fuck do you always have to follow me? She cursed at him. Damon gritted and stepped towards her madly. "Are you fucking crazy to come at this place in the dark... Can't you find your fucking missing bell in the morning?" He gritted madly. "Do you know that there are men drinking by the stable and you are alone here?... I don't understand if you are really dumb or acting like one?" She looked at him offended.

Whether what I was thinking was true or not, it was clear that I felt something was wrong with Elgar. After several troops searched the mountains suspected of being the new witch's hideout, me, Alden and all the hunters who didn't participate in the search put up a tight guard in the villages. But apparently we were a little off guard last night. People were gathered near the market and some women were crying bitterly in the crowd.

"Something is wrong, Mama. I can feel it. The darkness is moving." Kai tightened his grip on Lyra, who was sleeping peacefully in a sling against his chest. "How close is it?" Elias closed his eyes, concentrating. "It is not here yet. But it is coming. It knows we left. It knows we were gone. It is trying to take advantage." Darius rode up beside them, his hand resting on his sword. "Then we ride faster. We need to reach the capital before it does." They pushed their horses hard, the miles flying by beneath them. The forest grew darker, the shadows lengthening as the sun began to set. Kai could feel the presence of the darkness pressing against the edges of his awareness, cold and hungry.

“You should have stayed in the dark where you belong.” Kael smiles. Gods help us, he smiles. “You still think light makes you holy? That arrogance will gut you.” And then—he moves. It’s not a strike. Not yet. It’s something worse. A ripple. A shadow-pulse that slams into the sanctum walls, peeling gold filigree into black ash. Statues of Solara crack, their marble faces crumbling as the dark curls up their forms like oil and venom. Lucious steps forward, burning brighter, his voice ringing like a bell forged in war. “By Solara’s decree—”

“You will die for her.” Cullen tensed. “Try me.” Okay wow. Somebody came ready with threats. The Heir tipped its head slightly. Too smooth. Too calm. And then— It stepped forward. Just one step. But the whole field went dark. Not “sunset” dark. Not “oh, the clouds are covering the sun” dark. Magic dark. Like every shadow in the world jumped out for a group hug. A pressure slammed into my chest so hard I almost gasped.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE