Amun Twilight の小説・ストーリー

"Welcome back, boss. Now that you own us, what do you want us to do?" "I need you to save Kezia and Amy. Kezia is my cousin and Amy is her niece or cousin or something. I can't leave here in case one of the other factions attacks, but you two should be able to go in and steal her away. She's probably in Utah at the major node point of the lay lines. The darkness has her." "The darkness?" Sandriel asked. I nodded. "Yes. She took over my former roommate's body, and now she wants to trade Kezia for me. Try to find Amy, too. Also, she has my former guardian demon under contract. Try not to hurt him, but don't let him kill you."

I opened my mouth and said, "Amna." Immediately, the gray mist that surrounded me gathered beside me and formed a figure of an old man. If Halen could see it, he would drop his jaw on the ground as the figure looked exactly as the figure of the third werewolf lord, King Amna, the werewolf who possessed the greatest healing magic in history of werekind. 'Amna' gave me a short look before focusing his attention on the sleeping Lia. "Incredible," 'Amna' said. "The amount of power in her soul is equivalent to the powers of at least a thousand wolves," he added.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

For it was in the depths of her soul that she carried the memories of her parents' untimely demise—a cruel twist of fate that had left an indelible mark upon her young life. In the distance, a figure emerged from the shadows, striding purposefully through the underbrush. It was Adrian, the newly appointed Alpha of Amelia's pack. Tall and commanding, he possessed an air of authority that matched his raw power. His raven-black hair was a sharp contrast against his piercing cobalt eyes, which shimmered with an enigmatic allure.

Another burst of bullets rang through the air, they came in regular intervals that they was starting to feel like clock work. “I can’t take this man.” Leon said, he walked towards the front door and began squeeze the handle softly. “Don’t do it.” Sam and Lana said in union. The children, weak and fatigued from lack of sleep and hunger just stared at the cameraman, unable to do anything as a result of malnutrition. The door opened on its own and in came the welcomed sight of Angela. “Sorry that I’m late.” She apologized. “Where have you been?” Leon growled as he pulled her inside.

Gary turned his head, those slashing silver eyes meeting Damonq’s. They were both eager for the hunt. Men like them didn’t sit around talking. They weren’t diplomatic. They left that to the leaders, like their prince in the Mountains, and Tensel, the acknowledged leader here in the United States. “It is best if we test our theory before condemning Amelia,” Tensel acknowledged. “I believe Darkness has found a way to control her, just as all of you do, but I would prefer proof.” “We can set a trap for Darkness,” Damonq said. “Using me as bait.”

This strategy is keeping them off the road. “It's getting too dark and cold,” Lily complained. “And my phone's battery is almost drained. We can't use the flashlight anymore.” “Let's find a clearing to camp,” Amari suggested. “Then we can resume walking under the sunlight. In that case, we can avoid vampires. I'm sure not all of them are immune to the sun rays.” “I'll do the search,” Sebastian volunteered. With his super speed, he can scout the area faster than any of them.

“You’re not alone in this fight.” In the dark cavern, surrounded by glyphs glowing with promise and warning, Amelia begins to feel the stirrings of her own power—a connection to the creature that once was. In that moment, she knows she is ready to confront the darkness within herself, ready to embrace the truth of who she is. And as the luminous glyphs flicker with life, Amelia stands resolute, her heart echoing with the possibility of freedom—both for herself and the creature bound by shadows.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

The forest surrounding the ancient temple seemed to hold its breath as dawn failed to break the horizon. Thick mist curled between the gnarled trees, muffling sounds and casting everything in a gray, uncertain light. Amelia Whitford lay in Ryan’s arms, pale and trembling from the power that had surged through her the previous night. Even in sleep, the golden flecks in her eyes glimmered faintly, betraying the awakening force within her veins.