Caelus X Herta の小説・ストーリー

Everyone was waiting for my answer, eager to see me humiliate myself. Right on cue, the grand doors flew open, and a suffocating, terrifying pressure swept through the entire hall like a tidal wave. Cael had arrived. He stood nearly six-foot-seven, with broad shoulders and a tapered waist, his custom suit barely containing his explosive muscle mass. But his crimson eyes were swimming with a dark, barely restrained urge for violence and slaughter. Just by standing there, his chaotic, raw magical aura made everyone's primal instincts scream run.

“It’s... it’s like it’s alive, Kaelan. And it feels like it’s connected to... to you. To us.” Kaelan nodded, his expression grim. “It is. I don’t know how or why, but that mark... it’s tied to the curse. To the Hati Bulan.” Rhea blinked, confused. “The Hati Bulan? What does that mean?” Kaelan hesitated, his gaze flickering back to the distant crimson glow. “It’s an ancient force, older than any of us. The Werewolf Elders used to speak of it—a source of power tied to the moon, born from love and sacrifice. They called it the Heart of the Moon. It’s rare, almost mythical. But if it’s awakened in you...” He trailed off, his expression darkening. “Then we’re dealing with something far bigger tha

Caelum began his plea. He explained how he had run into Sebastian the berserker at the market area the other day and what had transpired between them. Helsinger was surprised and asked how certain he was that it was the lycan he saw, and Caelum answered that he was a hundred percent affirmative because he had been the one to mention Mara’s name. “And who is Mara?” Helsinger asked “My sister,” Caelum answered. Helsinger muttered something under his breath angrily, jealous of the guts their mother had to go about

She looked at the healed cut made by the blue-fire opal knife on her palm for a bit then squeezed her hand into fist, walked up to him, drawing out her fist, “we haven’t probably introduce ourselves yet, Hi. I’m Herminia.” Flavius's blue eyes and his downward-turned mouth widened then he slowly fist pumped her. “I’m Flavius, Nice to meet… “ He suddenly felt some tinkling in his palm then he looked down, red smoke came out from Herminia's fist and his. “What’s happening?” Herminia asked slightly shook... “I don’t know.” Then a surge of red sparks kindled on their fist then deflected both of them to the grassy ground. They both grunted.

Harriet stroked both of her ears, mumbling tiredly, “Come on... why this again...?” Harriet spread her . She muffled all noises from the Castle and its surrounding completely. After that, she spoke for them to listen. “This is me, Harriet Goldlane. Queen Lela Sclera, don’t tell me you forgot I am supposed to come today...” Harriet said. Ezekiel, who felt his ears ringing, squinted his eyes. “Oh, it’s the persistent, Cursed Unicorn Heir...” another voice, which now sounded manly and calm, was heard.

I mumbled. "End of discussion," Katrina declared. "Buffy and Helena, take Cáel to the Men's room and get him cleaned up and presentable. I need the ****, ****, and **** to stay behind. We have much to discuss." What did I get out of that little exchange? Buffy and Helena weren't part of the real Havenstone, Desiree was and the fact that naming status positions 'charioteer', 'archer' and 'shield maiden' in Old Kingdom Hittite only confirmed my worst fears.

"Give me names, and the pack's justice will be swift and merciless." Hera looked away, tears glistening on her lashes like diamonds clinging to spiderwebs. "Varis and Kael," she choked out, the names sounding foreign on her tongue, tinged with betrayal and disbelief. A stunned silence descended upon them, the wind seeming to hold its breath in the face of the revelation. Varis, a seasoned warrior and trusted advisor, and Kael, the young, spirited pup Hera had once mentored – it was a blow that struck at the very foundation of their pack, a fissure that threatened to crack their world in two.

"I tried to help Kaia as much as I could when I entered the Sicilian river area, but then… I found Kaia already unconscious." Zeno, who had been listening since earlier, looked stunned. In his mind, there was only one name that had always worked with the Witchers. Vasilio Heracles. Who else but the red-haired man? The man chuckled. Very annoyed. Just now they were happy because they remembered that man seemed to have been defeated by Cia in the war at that time, but why did he appear again now? Didn't Cia manage to kill him?

His golden eyes, flecked with delicate silver, sparkled with concentration and the bright curiosity that defined him. Caelan watched from the shaded colonnade, a soft smile on his lips. His own presence radiated calm resilience, the ancient power within him now a steady, nurturing force that occasionally sent gentle moonlight threads drifting toward Aether to steady his stance or cushion a fall. The mating bite on his neck remained proudly visible, a symbol of the bond that had reshaped their world.

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.