A Journey Of Black And Red の小説・ストーリー

I said, my voice steady despite the tension coiled inside me, “what do I have to do to meet her?” Silence followed. Then the blackboard lit up. No hesitation. No delay. The words appeared in glowing script. Follow your own path. I let out a slow breath. Of course. Before I could speak again, the ground beneath me shifted. Light spread across the floor, forming a path—different from hers. Not shimmering with that iridescent darkness that belonged only to Aella. This one burned. Gold and red intertwined, alive like flame contained beneath glass. It pulsed once.

I stated and came out with a smile on my face while he continued shouting. I approached Black with a huge smile on my face., She immediately stood up when she saw me. "What happened?" She asked. "Two balls knocked out," I said sarcastically. She just laughs as we walked out way out to leave the bar... --- "Where are we going Black?" I asked her. "My condo," she said without looking at me "Seriously? It's too early! Let's go bar hopping" I suggested "I've lost my appetite!" She said annoyingly "Why?" I asked.

Blackwood, ever watchful, maintains his presence by Jay's side, providing a silent reassurance and a reminder of their shared purpose. As they continue onward, the mansion's opulent halls become a backdrop to their silent journey. Jay Nashville's resolve remains unyielding, determined to confront his past, seek redemption, and find a way to bridge the gap that separates them. He knows that the road ahead is fraught with challenges, but he is committed to facing them head-on.

he muttered against my lips. As the line of red taillights began to wind out of the shipyard gates, disappearing into the dark pass of the southern mountains, I walked back to the panoramic window of the mezzanine. The city of Blackridge lay below us, a dark, silent grid where a few primitive fires were beginning to light up the corners of Grand Avenue. The old world was dying, its systems collapsing under the weight of its own greed, leaving nothing but the raw, unvarnished truth of the road.

William gently reached for her hand, unshed tears in his own eyes. He could feel it too... the joy, the happiness, The completeness. This was unlike anything he had experienced in his life... the feeling. It felt just right.... Like he was finally in Paradise.

My chest constricted painfully, and for a long moment, I thought I would never be able to breathe again—that this was the end, the very same one Andrei had met, and this whole journey had been a mistake. But then… the pain stopped. I cracked my eyes open. First one, then the other. We were on our feet, somehow, standing on cracked black ground that had the texture of cooled magma. The sky above us was dark red, bruised at the horizon and lightening to a kind of dull orange overhead. There was no sun that I could see. No clouds. Just that red, unmoving sky.

Her eyes had the weirdest color that I had ever seen, they were pitch black mixed with bright red. The End

He’s just around the age of my Pops and he flew away from our home. My face is painted with intense sadness as droplets of tears started pouring down my cheeks. I can feel it’s warmth against my skin. I started walking towards the portal and transported myself in a forest located in the human world. I walked like a zombie while on my way to the town. I somehow feel empty. I am still preoccupied with the thought of the white haired master leaving us all. Why do I have to suffer from all this bad fortune? Why does everyone leave me behind? None of them stay and it hurts. I wanted to be surrounded with people that are good for me but sadly, they are all disappearing one by one.

[Zeve’s POV] The next day, the four of us set out for Phantoria. It would be a long journey, so Zahir and Amor agreed to hire a public carriage. All Amor did was sleep for most of the journey, while Zahir was reading some kind of book. The book had a red cover with beautifully calligraphed golden words and design on its leather cover. It was in a language I didn’t understand. Venus kept talking to me about various things. Most of the time I tried dodging her questions and the other times I had to make tricky answers so that what I said wouldn’t be a lie, but not a complete truth either.

My heart beats faster as I unwrap it. An article about Black Canopy. Mikolaj’s image on the side is crossed with Red and some words scribbled on it. I squint my eyes, trying to decipher. ‘You will regret crossing me. - Reed.’