Ayakashi: Ghost Guild の小説・ストーリー

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

they said in unison Oh Hana, why did you become so pale suddenly? And why are you trembling? Did someone touch the thermostat again? No. Did you see a ghost? Maybe?! But this thing is for sure. You're the one who copied my team's report. Just continue doing that. It's such satisfaction seeing you scared. "Hana is the first speaker. Then, I'll go outside to avoid 'CHEATING', Kuya Danny will go with me, and when it's my time to explain, I will return here. Sounds Fair?"

"After you guys go back, take your people and split from the Raksasa Tribe to form a new tribe. I’ve come up with a name for your new tribe. It will be called the Asura Tribe!" His tone was indifferent, yet he sounded resolute. The King of the Dead had ruled the Ghost World for many years and he has gotten tired of it. He wanted to use his power and influence on The Nine Continents for a while but never had a chance to do so. He was delighted to see Jack and his accomplices, knowing that his chance had finally arrived. Jack and his accomplices were the strongest warriors of the Raksasa Tribe, so they were the most suitable candidates as vanguards!

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

Elias stirred faintly. Kael approached her, sword dripping black shadow. “No more games,” he spat. “You’re just a ghost in someone else's war.” And then— A second howl rang through the air. Not Lyra's. Not Rowan’s. Elias’s. --- Elias Awakens Kael turned too late. Elias lunged with a speed that blurred the world—his wolf form breaking free in a burst of white-hot light. The collar snapped off with a scream of metal. His claws found Kael’s chest, raking across his armor and sending the tyrant sprawling.

Ashen whispered, “the others will become real too. All of us. We’ll walk freely. We’ll make choices. We’ll change things.” Liora gasped. “The realm isn’t ready.” Ashen raised the page, The blank began to bleed words. Names. Powers. Fates. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “We’ve waited long enough.” The eyeless man stepped forward. “The old rules are dead.” The assassin twins drew their mirrored daggers. “Now we write ourselves.” Ashen held out the page again. “Name me, Liora.” The ink swirled, words rising into the air like smoke, Light-Breaker, Silence-Thief, Queen-Before-Her-Time, End-Daughter. “No,” Liora whispered. “No, no ”

Jack roared. Across dimensions, Haley squeezed her eyes shut and unleashed a massive wave of pure, chaotic reality-bending energy. The universe glitched. Inside the Aethelgard, the spectral fur of the Ghost Alphas suddenly solidified. They gasped, their intangible forms suddenly anchored to the laws of physics. "Now!" Jack yelled. Charon moved like a viper. The assassin lunged from the shadows, his blade finding the throat of the nearest solidified ghost. The creature dissolved into ash.

she stated, but I heard her fainting as her thoughts weren't my concern. "Okay, okay, enough about Xenra," Asher said. "Let's talk about us, and not Xenra; she doesn't have to be a ghost that keeps hunting us whenever we try to have our sweet time together," he added. His words plunged me deeper into confusion, and I began to wonder what Asher meant by a ghost that kept hunting them. When did I hunt them for goodness sake? My mind was still spinning with thoughts when Akira's chuckle broke into my thoughts. "I think I know where you're coming from," she said after her chuckle had subsided. Her words were wrapped with laughter as she spoke.

“That’s as good as ringing a bell.” The shadows between the trunks parted. For one heartbeat I saw it—massive, low, too many bones moving under one hide. Eyes like coals. Not wolf. Not bear. Something that didn’t belong to any pack’s stories. My wolf screamed inside me. Dax grabbed my wrist, yanking me back. “Run,” he ordered. Kieran’s gaze snapped to me, desperate and furious. “Aria, don’t—” The creature lunged. And the ash ring at my feet exploded upward like a black wave.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”