Angel Darkness Nightcore の小説・ストーリー

The grey lines on his neck pulse one last time, a dark, suffocating net trying to crush his core. Then, the mountain begins to shake. A deafening, catastrophic roar of pure shadow-energy explodes from Clyde’s chest. The black, liquid darkness that Vance tried to poison doesn't just return; it erupts like a volcanic geyser, blowing the remaining furniture against the granite walls. The grey lines on his skin incinerate, turned to ash from the inside out as his Alpha core is supercharged by the blood of the First Hearth.

"I am one of the facets of Nyx, one of the primal ones, the one who can decide who will have the Divine spark or perish forever as a mortal. I can be the eternal night of horrors or the peaceful, bright night." Night's voice is deeper, more intense. I can feel in every cell of my body the divine spark that was in it. It is a power very different from Sin's aura and very close to Marcus'. Sin is the personification of the Sins, while Marcus is an Angel created for the protection of humans. Created from a prayer. There is no denying, at this moment Night's power is very close to Marcus'. My soul resonates with that power because the Gods chose me and whenever I'm near something divine I can co

“Ah, here. This is New Metal, a subgenre.” I play her a few Linkin Park songs, and she listens intently before she starts moving to the music. She sways her head to the beat, and I can’t help but smile. “Can you play more?” she asks after the second song. “I’m going to ignore the question format,” I laugh. “Sure.” I put on some songs by Amon Amarth, Skeletonwitch, Rammstein, and Godsmack. Then some more rock-metal like Avenged Sevenfold, and she loves it all.

He sat down carefully on the bed and touched her pale face. “Don’t worry, little one,” he whispered. Then, he added quietly, putting his hand onto the center of the curse: “Hierde…##1” ##1 Dissolve (Ashg.). The twilight magic obeyed its master instantly. A huge flow of the Dark went through his heart, spilling out into his hands and streaming further, down through his fingertips and plunging into the spider on Angelina’s breast. During that day, the Undead King’s anarel had grown incredibly. It turned into a powerful black magic whirlpool capable of allowing a flood of the Dark to pass through. Firel only helped with this.

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.

“We're under attack.” “Put Plan B into action and position your army accordingly. My brother doesn't know about our alliance, which can catch them off guard. Also, they are dead people under someone’s control,” I explained, because my brother doesn’t have the dark Selene skill, and I was sure of it. “What are you talking about?” “Night Angels mean death brought back to life in lycan scriptures, and we are fighting puppets with immense power of darkness.” “Shit, I'll alert my army about the enemies we’re up against,” Kayden replied. I disconnected the call and mind-linked my soldiers as well. Then, I ran toward the pack borders.

His smile fills me with so much dredd that I wish I had run out of the room when I first heard him tonight. Finally finding my voice, I shriek and Charlie cocks his head to the left side. When he straightens it and leans closer to my face, he whispers, "Your mom isn't able to help you right now and to tell you the truth, I don't think she will ever be able to again." It's clear now that the blood dripping from his fangs is my mom's and he has done something horrible to her. "I need you Anna. You aren't the ideal candidate for this, but Billie is too old for it to work. Taking your soul instead is the only chance I have now because you are still pure and innocent enough that I can use you

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

With that I fell into a deep slumber. I woke up with a pain in my neck,it wasn't easy sleeping on the bare floor. Also it seemed I had caught a cold, I sneezed and my eyes watered. I checked the time on my Watch..it was one of my most prized possession, it was given to me by Christine as a birthday gift. It was 6:30 AM. I quickly arranged myself, I was hungry as hell,but there was no way I could get anything to eat. The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice.

Those that didn’t go peacefully were ended. Americans who had committed to the “Fangs Are Welcome” movement had filmed LIGHTS members destroying Vampires who refused to go and used the footage to cause upheaval amongst those who were not sure. They’d edited and modified the videos to make it look gruesome, replacing ash with blood, faking scenes where children were slaughtered. The entire situation was awful, and it was then that her father had lost the last small grip he had had on sanity amongst the citizens of the United States.