Black Bride From Insidious の小説・ストーリー

We exited, walking down a hall to a silver door. Libby scans her face to slide open the silvery, magical doors. I nodded at my subordinates and entered through the colossal size doors. What my green eyes seen, stilled so much anger within me, bile rises from my throat. "WHAT ON HEAVENLY EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?!" "Is this the bride?.... What are you guys doing to the bride?!" I was hysterical. There was an African male on top of her and a fare skin man, with a burnt, melting face, poking at her interior profile with his phallus!!!

When her hair tumbled forward like a river of silk, there was no escaping it. The Scarlet Vampire pulled a player into her arms, and they surrendered completely, believing the NPC had fallen for them. Even after their blood was drained, a contented smile stayed on their face. Meanwhile, the Ghost Bride's presence was unmatched. With a single glance from her mournful eyes, players fell under her spell, willingly letting themselves be consumed by the ethereal folds of her white veil. Each bride shone in her own way, captivating viewers completely. "This is the true art of killing!"

Scarlett then noticed both her attire and her mother's turned into old grey gowns with white bonnets over their heads. "Where are we?" She asked her mother, a breeze blowing over their gowns. "Home. Pastonville, 1699." _______________________________________________ No one would stand absolutely NO CHANCE in taking on the Crimson Bride. Zayne knew that. An untamed she-beast until one who takes her blood controls her. The power from her reawakening was so immense, that he could still feel it even if he went out of state. The scent from her was incredible, warm caramel invading his nostrils. His taste buds tinkled and his anticipation kept his stomach twisting into knots and twists. He knew wh

The men dragged Clara through the hallway, she screamed and begged, but no one listened. The beautiful mansion was no longer beautiful to her,everything felt evil. As they passed the paintings, Clara looked at them again, and this time she noticed something terrifying: the women in the painting looked scared; they were no longer sad; they looked as if they were begging for help, as if they knew something terrible was about to happen. “No…..” Clara whispered. She screamed harder, the men kept on dragging her till they reached the black door, the same door she had asked Adrain about before, the same door covered with huge locks.

The whispers grow louder, and Vivian is unable to control herself. “What are you talking about?!” Her voice is tinged with hysteria. “I am the queen of the North, not that woman!” She pushes Bella away and strides to the front where we are standing. “The queen of the Northern Wolf Kingdom is me, Vivian! Not her! That woman is a slave and an imposter! She deceived the Northern Kingdom, pretending to be me—” “Leanna is my fated mate.” Cedric puts his arm around my waist, his voice calm. “You are not and have never been my queen.”

"It's seraphine! Someone get the pack healer" "Look at her..... even now she brings misfortune upon herself" whispered another pack member. Seraphine whispered a prayer for her children safety before succumbing to her injuries and slipping away into the darkness. **In another time, another world…** In the modern world, far from the ancient traditions of the Moonclaw Pack, a woman known only as Kira prowled the dark streets of a city that never slept. Kira was not her real name, but it was the only one she needed. She was an assassin, a master of the shadows, feared by those who knew of her and unseen by those who didn’t. Her skills were legendary, her ability to move without a trace, to elim

She felt a liquid substance dripping down her thighs, and once she looked down to see that it was blood, she paled. Ambrose kissed his way to her neck. “I think it’s time to forget about your grandmother , you are mine now, Ricca.” He said, before he sunk his fangs deep at the side of her neck. Ricca scream turned bloody. Pain, death, that was all that she saw. Ambrose pulled away from her, while she fell to the bed and started convulsing. He didn't kill her nor drink all of her blood. He wanted her to turn because he’s going to keep this one. She’s entertaining.

I have been with him for a month now and my eyes have seen enough cruelty. I watched him control the city. Everyone feared more than they respected him, and anyone who crossed him disappeared. He was dangerous, smart, and always in control. And me? I was living in his house, pretending to be my sister, and acting like I was his wife. Ding Dong… Finally, the bell linked to the gate rang out. Tobin pushed me away from his path as he walked towards the monitor. I'm doomed… That was the only thing I could mutter. There was no stopping it now, Claire has finally made sure we all lose our lives.

“She showed me kindness and—” “Didn’t I tell you not to trust someone from the bottom?” “She isn’t from the bottom,” I say quickly. “This is different. She was a warrior from the Long Lake Pack—” “All the more reason to kill her,” he said in a growl, his eyes darkening. “Yet another warrior had crossed into Eboncrest in an attempt to kill innocent vampires.” “She wouldn’t!” I said quickly. “Christa had been kind to me in the past. I’m sure there was a reason for her to trespass into Eboncrest other than to kill vampires. Look at her… she looks as though she could barely lift a sword, let alone kill.”