Allure Of Darkness の小説・ストーリー

In that moment, she looked so innocent, so untainted by the darkness that surrounded her, and it stirred something unfamiliar within him. The bedchamber was dimly lit by a few flickering candles, their soft light casting long shadows that danced along the stone walls. Solas had always found solace in the darkness, in the quiet and cold of his cavernous home. But now, with Elara here, the darkness seemed more oppressive, more suffocating.

Aurora's dead body was lying lifelessly on the ground. The heavy rainfall washed the blood off her body. The water flowing on the ground became red from her blood. Rivers of blood were flowing from the cliff like a red waterfall. Soon the rain stopped and the sky began to turn crimson red and a person suddenly appeared near her. It was Amara. Amara is the embodiment of Darkness. She's the most powerful in the Dark World. She looked at Aurora with pity and used her powers to make her alive.

Scarlet's lifeblood spilled onto the stone floor, crimson liquid cascading over the mystical orb. As Scarlet's blood mingled with the orb, the chamber quaked with a violent tremor. The very fabric of the room seemed to pulsate with an ominous energy. Annik watched in horror as his beloved Luna's life force drained away, his heart breaking with each passing second. Suddenly, the darkness consumed Annik, his body trembling uncontrollably. His eyes turned black as the abyss, a transformation overtaking him. He emerged from the shroud of darkness, a monstrous black wolf, his aura radiating power and madness.

I shot back. Leon stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You think she’ll choose you over the rest of us? You’re living in a fantasy. The darkness will become her, and as I force it on her, it will be intoxicating. I’ll make her want it. And when she does, it won’t be you she turns to. It’ll be me.”

Dyron chided, his voice a deadly mix of honey and poison in sweetness once more. “You!” Colter roared in anger, pointing at Dyron who only smiled at him sweetly, instantly recognizing the king of darkness. “Me.” Dyron said happily, pointing at himself and unleashed a dark aura that he sent spiraling towards Colter without a second thought. It was pain. It felt like every inch of his body was being burned, his brain, his heart, his lungs, every fiber of his existence cried out in agony as the dark spell coursed through him. Dyron was transferring the darkness into him and Colter’s body could not take it. It felt like it was about to burst with all the sinister energy flowing through.

The surroundings gradually darkened because the moon has changed color, but any darkness is irrelevant to my eyes that can see right through it. I can hear screams everywhere, which almost drew my attention, but they vanished when, from the darkest part of that place, I saw someone standing—no, he was now walking—and in an instant, he was already in front of me, but I didn't have the chance to see his face. The next thing I knew, he had sucked my neck and drunk my blood along with my screams and a tight grip on his ripped arm. "You're all mine. Your blood, your body, your soul. I'll kill everyone who threatens me and my possession. I'll kill whoever try to take you away from me. Now sleep, A

She fell on the cold cemented floor, her side throbbed in pain. Terror enveloped Nathalie's body, disabling her to move every limb. Her heart hammering in her chest like it was about to jump out. She never felt this scared before. Is it the perverted man? Hold-upper? A killer? The person behind her moved swiftly and in a second she felt that her control is starting to lose. Her body is giving in that later on she found herself completely paralyze. And then ... all fell in darkness.

Her back arched off the metal surface, her mouth opening in a silent cry as her eyes rolled back—white, glowing faintly. Her fingertips sparked with light. Darian’s voice dropped. “It’s beginning.” Aarin’s heart lurched. “No—no, no—Alina—stay with me!” A crack split the air—like the sound of a massive door unlocking somewhere far away. The lights in the room flickered one last time and died. Darkness swallowed them. Not normal darkness. Living darkness. Twisting. Breathing. Watching. “Aarin…” Alina’s voice drifted out—small, terrified, and echoing as if far away. “I… I can’t stop it…”

The one whose name my people still cursed in their prayers. But my traitorous eyes refused. They drank him in greedily tracing the corded muscles of his arms visible even beneath the armour, the way his chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, the faint scar that sliced through one dark brow. He was beautiful in the way storms are beautiful terrifying and mesmerising all at once. Soren Masuda was raw power wrapped in divine grace. A strange forbidden ache bloomed low in my belly. Shame followed instantly, hot and bitter on my tongue. Stop it, Evelise. He is not yours to look at.

“Stop before you expose yourself. He’s enjoying this too much. He knows, Octavia. He knows you’re not ordinary.” But I couldn’t stop. Not with his eyes on me, not with the stubborn fire in my veins. Dorian came at me one last time, his hand striking toward my shoulder. I blocked, but his strength forced me back several steps until my boots scraped against the dirt. His arm pressed against mine, locking me in place. Our faces were close, breath mingling in the heavy silence that fell once more over the arena. For a long moment, neither of us moved. His eyes searched mine, something unreadable swirling in their depths. Not just curiosity, not just dominance. Something darker.