Ali A Skywars の小説・ストーリー

Their Alpha which they loved so much was down and there was nothing much they could do. CAMILLE'S POV : As I left with my fellow warriors back to the Red Sky Pack, I had something else on my mind and that is what I will do. Getting there, everyone howled excitedly at us winning the war, it was a happy moment for the Red Sky Pack members. We entered into the house, I and Alpha Luke. We were greeted by Luna Abigail, my aunt Zara and the twins. The twins weren't allowed to fight at the war yet, so they won't be targeted. Everyone was happy that we made it.

Ishtar is a very powerful wizard, and we've never had a problem with her before, a few minor disagreements, but in general, her relationship with vampires, especially with Soren and me, has always been great. I've never been much of a pray-er, but right now I'm praying to the Gods because Ayla is going into Heat, Soren isn't around and a war is about to break out... It looks like Chaos has decided to play with our lives. 'Victor!' Skyler called me, via mental message. 'What happened?' I stopped walking and turned towards my room. 'Ayla... Her smell is too strong... It's starting to leak out of your room.' Skyler said desperately.

“THIS WAS TOO EASY,” Iditan was saying to Thabiti and the middle aged captain of their nighthawks, Jaal, after the battle, when I joined them. Their only other two witchlords—a gangly boy and a mousy girl with thick huge glasses—introduced as Ben and Lilla, also stood with them while their Nighthawks cleared the battlefield, moving the body parts of the cursed ones littering the field to be thrown in the fire. The Kenyans were not as lucky as we in Nigeria, having found only three of the five witchlords, the remaining two yet unknown.

IN THE SKY bad angel : what's going on here good angel : can't you see bad angel : I'm not blind good angel : then see it bad angel : huh good angel : the war between my belief and destiny starts game begins from now on bad angel : I will wait for the result good angel : go ahead

Chapter two Keisha’s pov Going to my window and jumping down carefully I go behind a tree, take off my clothes focusing my mind on shifting. I have to take off my clothes cause only the Alpha’s Lina’s and Beta’s can shift with their clothes on without tearing them and shift back with their clothes on. As I focus my mind on shifting I hear the familiar feeling of my bones cracking and reforming and I’m on all fours as I let Due take control as she dashes through the woods feeling the cool breeze on her fur and the earthly smell of the woods.

We just needed to get her out, and then. "Uh, guys," Marah calls, drawing our attention toward where she stands, staring at a wall of wolves that are making their way toward us. "It looks like we’ve been spotted. What do we do?" "We fight, obviously," I respond, beginning to shift again. "Don’t leave any fucking survivors!" [Ayla’s POV] I stare at the large screen in front of me, examining it, while I wait for a somnium beast to appear. It was all I could do to keep myself occupied while Barren was gone, traveling between here and the real world.

, I shrugged, walking back. "In that case I agree with you, you better figure out what you want," Sky warned. I stopped walking as soon as I got close to the room, hearing Liam's angry voice. " 'Ridiculous what you did, don't come to me for support!” " What did I do? I didn't do anything! But that's typical, you side with a girl you met five months ago instead of being loyal to your blood " Alicia retorted, making my blood boil.

There was still no sign of Claire. "Mr. Worthington, you should go back. It's too dangerous here." Sam said nothing. He simply pulled a photo from his backpack. It was Claire at twenty, standing beneath a cherry blossom tree, smiling radiantly. "I'll find her," he said. "If she's alive, I'll see her in person. If she's dead... I want to see her body." In the warzone, dusk always came without warning. The sky burned a smoky crimson, stained by gunpowder and ash. From a distance, scattered gunfire echoed faintly, a cruel reminder of the land's unrest.

one of the soldiers snapped, “What the fuck are they talking about!” Another soldier suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the distant skyline: “—Look!” A golden glow of light shot up into the night sky. It exploded into millions of little colorful sparkles, painting the black canvas into a pink and orange halo. Fireworks! “Why are they doing fireworks? Is today a Lycan’s festival?” Just then, more fireworks went up into the sky and they formed two giant letters that dominated the skyline: W&J. “Wait…” a soldier gasped, “…W&J…Isn’t it…Westin and Aurora?!”

The night didn’t fall. It tightened. Like something above the stronghold had decided the sky didn’t deserve to breathe freely anymore. Aria stood over the war table with her fingers pressed lightly to the edge of carved stone, watching the shifting markers spread across the map like slow-moving poison. Too many. From too many directions. “That’s not a raid,” she said quietly. The Alpha King stood behind her. Close enough that she could feel his presence without turning. “No,” he agreed. Her eyes narrowed slightly as another marker slid into position.