Alastor Scary の小説・ストーリー

The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice. I heard a slight movement, I grew scared, I thought this place was unnoticeable, the movement was getting closer....what could be moving at this time of the night, no scrap that, this time of the day. It got closer, oh god please save me.... "Are you awake"I heard Miss Lauretta's voice, I heaved a sigh of relief. "Yes Miss Lauretta"I spoke back in a rush "You are an early riser...."she paused for a while before she spoke"Natasha..".

On Halloween night, 1975,a handsome stranger walked into the El Camaroncito Nite Club off Old Highway 90,near San Antonio. He was a brilliant dancer and even the shyest girl in the room couldn't resist his request for a turn around the floor. One partner was almost in a trance as she whirled and spun with the man,and the crowd watched, enraptured. Suddenly his partner cried out in terror:'Your feet!Your feet!' She screamed, and tore herself from his tight embrace.

I cleared my throat. I went back to my desk and ready to answer her question. " In German folklore: The Alp is a vampire-like creature who visits its victims at night. It wears a cape called a Tarnkappe which is imbued with magical powers". As you can see miss Scott Incubus demons are not human same as the vampire but they can use them to mate with their human prey". My eyes winked at her and her gaze at me became intense. I moved my eyes to her seatmate whose name is Thamer. He's not an ordinary mortal. I think he's hiding something and that's the thing I must find out.

"Why… why do I feel like this?" She glanced down and saw her hands beginning to tremble, her skin seeming to pulse with an energy she didn’t understand. Then, she saw it—her eyes reflected in a nearby window, turning a deep, unnatural blue. "No… no, not now," she whispered, fear clawing at her throat. But she couldn’t stop it. The heat intensified, her vision darkening at the edges. She stumbled back, her mind swirling with confusion and dread. As the rival Alpha continued to issue his challenge, Aria felt herself slipping, her body swaying, the world around her fading into darkness.

The sight of him that way terrified me to my roots. As in the manner of dreams, the landscape of Alpha Chester's pack house suddenly fell behind, and I found myself in my family's house again. But this time, I was inside the house, and Alina was above me on the stairs, as we had been in the beginning. There was rage in her eyes, like before. But apart from that, her face had also turned into that of her wolf, which was even more horrifying than ever. Then she raised a hand to slash me across the face, and that landscape shattered as well.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

I take it and leave the two ladies talking while the boys take me around town. “Eww, why are these things always so creepy?” Dash asks, staring at a shelf of old porcelain dolls. We’re in an antique store that caught my eye, but now I’m a bit spooked by all these creepy dolls. “I swear I saw that one move!” I almost jump out of my skin. “Dash! Shut up!” “What?! I swear I saw it move!” he says, trying to hide behind me. “Don’t listen to him.” Colt takes my hand and leads me out.

His eyes darted across the screen, and as he read, the remaining color drained from his face into pure, unadulterated horror. His eyes darted from the screen to her face rapidly, and a low, guttural sound of disbelief escaped his lips. “No,” he whispered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck no, it can’t be.” “Alistair?” Solange stepped closer. “What is it? Is it about your friend?” Alistair looked at her as if she were a serpent coiled in his bed. "What have I done?” “What… You’re scaring me. What happened?” she asked, her voice trembling as fear prickled along her spine.

They act according to their own perspectives, and I don't think that's wrong. "I eat people, but only the wicked ones. The wicked carry a foul stench to them. But… you don't have that." Toward the end, his voice softened. "And lastly, congratulations, Anastasia Moreau. You've successfully cleared the dungeon." I jolted upright, gasping for breath. Elias' scent seemed to still linger around me. However, when I looked around, I was back in my own room. Everything was exactly the same as before—even the computer screen was open to the same webpage.