Alphabet Lore Z Crying の小説・ストーリー

Crimson Stone Pack Leira, a loyal fighter, rushed into Luna Alicia’s room, her face filled with worry. Luna Alicia stood up from her seat. With hesitation, Leira handed her a letter wrapped in a black cloth. “This came from Prince Zeke.” As Luna Alicia read the letter, tears filled her eyes. “A war…” she whispered. “After a drought.” She stumbled, overwhelmed by the news, but Leira quickly helped her back to the chair. Following Luna Alicia's command, Leira took the letter and set it on fire with a match.

Faye stammered trying to search for the right words to say. “Cat cut your tongue?!.” Alora asked. Zemia smirked and pulled her close when he saw Faye's eyes darkened. “You have an Alpha aura!. What are you, a Lycan ?!.” Zemias brother said. “I am Alora and for what I am I would rather keep that to myself!.” Alora replied and leaned on Zemia. “Well I am Loki!.” He said. “Nice to meet you!.” Alora replied. The rest of them kept calm studying Alora.

It was like the man wasn’t there or they didn’t feel guilty at least, about it. “You don’t need to be surprised, Ezra. For a person who had a Lycan son, who has also been given up on, I am surprised that you are still surprised about me.” Alvize said, stopping me. I had to fight back growling at the man whose eyes were fixed on our parents. The odd and scary part about this was that the man showed zero emotions, and zero remorse. If anything, he didn’t seem to be in the pain that I was in.

“If Orith thought he could sway you, I hope he’s watching now.” A crack of thunder split the sky though no clouds loomed. In the courtyard’s center, flame erupted, twisting into a pillar. Warriors drew swords. Alara stepped back as runes of fire etched themselves into the air, forming letters in burning script. I KNOW YOUR BLOOD, STOLEN DAUGHTER. YOU ARE THE LAST KEY. COME TO THE SHADOW HOLLOW OR I WILL COME FOR YOU. Gasps rippled. Ezra pulled Alara behind him, fury hardening his features. Damien barked for water, but the fiery glyph hovered untouched until, with a hiss, it vanished, leaving scorch marks on flagstones.

“‘Look, aa’icagaq,’ Alrik was telling Lorelei. His term of endearment for her means baby seal. ‘It’s not your or anybody’s fault. Nobody knew that was going to happen, that he would be snatched by the Ayakashi. It was just good, clean fun. We wouldn’t have done it otherwise.’ “This was proof that Alrik was in fact Lorelei’s boyfriend and, from the sound of it, had been for a while now; something else Lorelei had neglected to tell me. Alrik was straining himself to sound clever but everyone in that room and in the entire school knew he was all brawn and no brains.

I was determined to use the family's resources to solve Peter's final puzzle before leaving. "Since Kayla once saw the totem of the Arctic wolf in a certain book, I can sneak into the family's library and search for an answer among the hidden books." At this point, I paid no attention to the prohibition that "only alphas can enter the library." Taking advantage of the quiet night, I stealthily entered the forbidden territory of the family's library. ... "Arctic wolf..." Muttering the name of this long-extinct ancient creature, I walked straight towards the dusty forbidden section—a storage of mysterious books related to the origins of the werewolf world, documenting countless creatures and e

“It actually worked.” Lucien clapped his hands over her mouth in shock. Kade and Damien exchanged a look of genuine surprise. Alaric, however, only watched her with a piercing stillness, his fangs just barely visible as if restraining some deeper reaction. “You did not just succeed,” he said slowly, his voice low and unreadable. “You awakened something.” The parchment trembled in her hands. Her blood signature flared again, shifting colors, weaving symbols she didn’t understand. Strange runes unfurled around her name, glowing like fire before fading into the paper.

A whisper hissed in Alice’s mind: The ritual’s now, weapon. A note fell from her backpack, unnoticed until now: Break or burn, weapon. The rally decides. The crescent moon symbol glared, and the lights dimmed, the crowd’s cheers slowing to a drone. Alice’s hands glowed brighter, heat surging, and she froze, the ritual’s pull tightening. She bolted for the exit, Kane’s voice calling, Liam’s plea echoing, Mira’s whisper lingering, Rhea’s taunt biting, Elara’s touch fading. The cult’s plan was a noose, and she was its knot.

In sync. Lucien arrived with scrolls tucked under his arm, his expression unreadable. “There’s no record of a lullaby ritual,” he said. “Not in any Grove.” Luna smiled. “Then we write one.” Kaelion stepped forward, blade sheathed, mark dim. “Then we protect it.” Aria placed her pendant at the altar. “Then we carry it.” The flame surged. The runes flared. And the Grove whispered. She is Grove. She is bond. She is mother. She is melody.

Its surface bore several black, wedge-shaped characters that appeared to have been haphazardly drawn but concealed some secrets. "Fetch the candle," I said with a tight frown as I continued to examine the parchment scroll carefully. "Alpha, what's wrong with this?" Bard was a bit puzzled, but he obediently picked up the burning candlestick and carefully approached. Without answering, I directly placed the parchment scroll on top of the candlestick, causing the black characters on the parchment to quickly blacken. "Alpha!" Braum shouted nervously. Just as everyone froze, the black on the characters slowly faded, ultimately solidifying into a hot gold logo. A wolf's head with a small crown ato