Behold The Pale Horse Book Pdf の小説・ストーリー

Just a single rider on a pale horse, moving at a deliberate pace through the outer gate, as though he had been expected, as though the raised spears of the sentries were a formality he found mildly tedious. The silence which settled down in the courtyard was instant and complete. The clink of the smithy hammer stopped. The fighting in the training yard came to a standstill. The place was quiet, save the great, monotonous clatter of the hooves of the pale horse on the cobblestones, banging dully on the old stone as though it were a death-knell. I was on the upper window when I saw him cross the courtyard.

Marly looked up at each of us and then smiled. “I am breathing. I am just excited,” she assured us. “Here it is!” she shouted, startling all of us. She started to read from the ancient book, “When the mate of the white wolf starts to share the white wolf’s powers, the pair must be prepared for the outcome,” she shared.

Into consciousness that should be safe. “What do you see?” he asked. “What keeps appearing?” “The seal. Breaking. Crumbling. Failing.” I was shaking. Cold despite the warm room. “I see the First Dark pushing through. See it testing. See it finding weakness. And I see Hope. Big Hope. Standing at the boundary. Choosing nothing. Recommending erasure. Telling the First Dark to end everything.”

Although it is dark, the flames of the wooden torches held by men standing around the horses illuminate a white horse among the herd, the gold of its tack glistening from the gentle light. Its rider is a man. Large and composed, a velvet-draped enigma flowing in the form of air about him. Even though the shadows own most of his face, his eyes pierce through the night like a shard of glass, their aim directly on mine, bewitching my gaze to hold his. The world slows down, the wind stills, and something about his gloomy presence forces the thorny grasses to bow as the air catches a vulgar stench of danger, as if the very appearance of this man can dissolve life itself.

Like a precious lost treasure, she held the book in her hands with the inscription "The Book of the Banshees" etched like gold on the cover. Evelyn's eyes were trained on the book, lost in the sight of it like an invisible specter tethering her thoughts and focus to one single point.

Lucian's POV I watched as the smoke dissolved into the air and I could not contain the goosebumps that spread throughout my skin as I beheld what came out of it. Queen Zelda, sitting on a black horse that seemed to be breathed and created out of pure ash and smoke,with an army of witches that stretched to the outside of my gate, all sitting on the same horse. Queen Zelda had a chain wrapped around her arm and connected to the chain was a large beast that I had never ever seen before.

Again, time slowed, watching the nightmare horse swing its head, ready to impale me when Leneve stepped in front - her hand extended. Leneve’s dainty palm pressed against the nose of the gigantic beast. As if holding it back. Her eyes closed and she whispered words that blended like a melody. Words I didn’t understand. Whatever she said the beast calmed instantly. Bowing its head, it backed up, letting out a gruff snort and hoofing the moss below its feet.

Without hesitation, Philip released the little guy from his arm. The imprint of the White Marsh royal family flickered for a while before a figure appeared in front of Philip and Panther. It was a docile golden lamb with shiny golden fur all over its body, and it had an arrogant expression. When the exotic abyssal beast saw the White Marsh, it was obviously a little scared. It howled with fear from the depths of its soul and stopped moving. The White Marsh bleated like a sheep, and with this cry, Philip clearly felt the exotic beast trembling.

After a while he fell asleep there. The white horses became restless, among them the blood horse. They raised their heads and snorted. The wind subsided, the leaves and the fern froze. And as if the wind had stopped him beforehand, the menacing shadow now fell on the horses! The beautiful mare suddenly buckled and rolled onto her side, tormented by convulsions, they twitched their legs. Her eyes rolled wildly and her nostrils were distended. Something stirred between her hind legs and suddenly there were two forelegs and a foal's head. The mare pressed hard, but the foal stopped halfway. The mare put her head down to catch her breath, cramps passed through her bloated body again, and she nei

"Nice ride! Mind if I hop in with you?" Garvin froze in his steps, "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" "My name is Luce and it is my pleasure to meet you Mr. Poseidon!" the evil angel one more time flash his dead red eyes and razor sharp teeth. Two narrow horns grew from his head, he flapped his long hairy tail with its red pointy tip. Garvin went petrified and glued to the spot. _________________________