Black Cat In The Rue Morgue の小説・ストーリー

The door slammed behind her, the echo rattling in my chest. I stood alone in the morgue. The air felt heavier, pressing down on me. The shadows stretched unnaturally long. Then I saw it. On the steel table, where the body had been, lay a single stone. Black. Rough. Jagged at the edges. Its surface shimmered faintly, colors sliding like oil on water—green, purple and deeper shades. And etched into its face was a horn. Faint, glowing, then gone. I approached slowly, my pulse hammering in my ears.

I finished the glass and turned back toward the dark, ready to retreat upstairs but suddenly, a click echoed near the front entrance. My heart violently leaped into my throat. I instantly switched off my phone torchlight, plunging the hallway into absolute, pitch-black darkness. I held my breath, my body freezing against the wall as a looming, terrifying figure stepped in. The figure was wearing a black leather jacket, a dark, motorcycle helmet completely obscuring its face, and its right hand clutched a thick, wooden stick. Is Flora Morgan truly in safe hands, or is she next? The words from the thread screamed in my ears. The knife from the fruit platter was already tight in my grip—I didn'

She felt uneasy though and decided to request the security check their CCTVs after she had sent Yvonne along. She quickly walked to her shelf and pulled out her toolbox. Behind her, mother and son both shed tears of joy and sorrow. *** The black mist was strong now. It had sucked many a life force during the night. No one heard the screams of its victims with the howling of the wind. It would not be long before it made its way to claim its final victim. One who would ultimately feed its life force and allow it to return to this world, not as a shapeless being, but to return to its human form once more. For this, it needed the life force of Suzanne Summers.

Magnus let out one, solitary howl before Vortigen curled his claws around his heart and ripped it out of his chest. I expected Vortigen to eat the heart, that was what they always did in the movies, but he let out a strange grunt, something like disgust, and closed his fist around the organ in his paw, crushing it with a soft squelch. Black blood oozed out of the destroyed organ and Magnus’s devastated chest cavity. “What the hell?” I asked and stepped closer to inspect the wolf’s strange blood. The sweet scent of peaches could not pierce through the stench of Magnus’s rotting corpse. One look inside his chest confirmed my suspicions. Everything inside was rotten. “Why is his blood black?” I

It hissed at him but Oliviér simply clicked his tongue and snapped it's neck before throwing the body away. "Goodness, how did it get there? Actually never mind." Elizabeth said. Snakes, rats, and roaches, these kinds of animals plagued commoners quite a lot so she was not too surprised there was one in this place. Oliviér quietly entered, and Elizabeth followed him. Elizabeth was shocked by the scene in her front. There were Wolves laid out on the table, the wolves were cut open and sharpened instruments were kept beside the wolves. There was also something akin to human skins on the ground. "This crime scene does not look like the work of Bleach," Elizabeth said, unable to stop herself fro

“You won’t believe me when I tell you what it is. You couldn’t handle the truth even if I carved it into your skin like it was carved into his.” Mitch backed away, his gaze never leaving the grotesque cavity of the corpse. “It’s starting, Duke and you are just standing there playing with a scalpel.” With a final, frantic look at the ruined lungs, Mitch turned and bolted out of the morgue, leaving the air heavy and suffocating in his wake. Duke stood frozen, the silence of the morgue rushing back in, louder than before. In a windowless space, a hooded figure walked into the room. They turned on the light and approached a board of some sort on the wall.

Cassius was still by the door. I looked up from the body, Morgan was the only pathologist in here, a young vampire of a century-plus old who was brought in here ten years back, the young vampire's red long hair which was often left to fall off his shoulders had been trimmed, now reaching just his shoulder length. Morgan was brilliant, wise, and very clever that's why he was brought in here. He was also a very far relative of mine. "What?" I asked as I looked back down at the body, he pulled down the cloth from the head down to the toe.

The best he can do is to play by the rules of the kind family housing him. “Very well then.” Mrs. Willie breaks into a soft smile. “Breakfast is ready,” she said glancing at Jane and then switching back her gaze to Lucas. AT THE MORGUE Detective White makes his way around the morgue cabinets. The corpse of the diener was still lying in the pool of his blood. Detective White inspects the cabinets to know if he could find any clues. However, his expectations weren’t cut off; they are multiple deep scratches on the cabinets. He brought his head close to the first scratch. “This can’t be from a wild bear,” he said.

Morbius coldly told Ceres who nodded and dashed back inside the castle. Morbius was in his very deep ruthless side with bloodlust radiating all over him. His silver-grey eyes were now a deep shade of scarlet blood. Dark smoke that he was emitting was swirling around him. He felt nothing again. With no expression and without hesitations in his system, he vanished from his spot and easily slashed the heads off the remaining rogues. He showed no mercy. He was completely blank and already on his monster side. “Dead meat.” Morbius lowly whispered in his cold and emotionless voice before he made sure that Ethan Robosso’s head was already on his plate and his heart on his hand while his disgusting

screamed Anthony, terrified, “you need to see this.” Hansly and Dmitri ran to a room around the corner of the hallway to see the rest of the men gathered inside a large study. It was the smell that caught Dmitri first. A thick, unbreathable stench of death filled his nostrils which closed his throat and his eyes stung. He made his way into the study and knew that this memory would be burnt into his brain for as long as he breathed. Headless torsos stripped of most of their flesh hung on the walls along with decaying arms, legs and heads like trophies, paintings made with blood glued to the walls and even photographs of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and other supernatural beings being torture