Callist Moonhidora の小説・ストーリー

"Everyone,welcome to this year's red moon ceremony. The red moon will be coming up soon, all single werewolves over the age of twenty one are to line up, males on one side and females on one side. All eyes are to be closed and the females are to remain standing and the males are to find them. Now remember everyone, mates are sacred gifts from the moon goddess herself. It is to be respected, unless necessary, such a gift should not be rejected. Now everyone , line up" Tina squealed, "This is it guys, the beginning of our adulthood" Tate groaned and walked off. "Goodluck Eve" Jude told her and walked off as well. "Come on Eve, lets go line up" Tina grabbed Eve and took her to line up. They sto

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

I looked to the girl as she watched in from the distant rock, and then turned to the two men and healed them with magic. One of the sailors yelled, “Witch!”, and he immediately got knocked on the back of the head by an older sailor, who then apologized to me. “And thank you Calypso.” I am Callisto, the sorceress, not Calypso, the sea nymph. I pointed them to land and had them paddle towards it as I tried to find more survivors. I swam around and found a total of three more sailors, and I had the girl, in her wolf form, carry them on her back to shore.

The object of their contention was no ordinary relic; it was said to hold the secrets to unlocking immense power, a power that could elevate one clan to supremacy over the others. The Moonstone Clan, led by the formidable Maryjane, an alpheno six-tailed werewolf, possessed the power of Selene, the supreme moon goddess. Her presence exuded an ethereal glow, her eyes shimmering with lunar energy, and her movements imbued with the grace of the night sky. Maryjane's strength lay in her ability to manipulate the moon's power, channeling its restorative and destructive forces to her will.

Maybe it was because of the way she was handling everything. "Disappearing," I said. "Into the shape of what this makes me." I brought my eyes back to her. "I've done it before. I'm good at it. I make myself fit the container until I can't remember what I looked like before I started. This won't be the first time I was letting myself go to serve others." She was quiet for a moment, taking in what I had. Then she picked up the folder on her desk. “Do you know about the Caelith?”

“What does that mean?” “It means enemies who stayed hidden for nineteen years are finally making mistakes.” Before I could ask another question, Darius turned away. “For now… that’s enough. Go and fix yourself something to eat.” *** Later that morning, Mara gathered several children beneath the great oak. She was teaching them how to identify healing herbs. I joined them, kneeling beside little Lila. “Which one is moonleaf?” Mara asked. The children pointed in different directions, Lila confidently picked the wrong plant, which made everyone laugh.

He turned instead, and reached for someone's hand. "Calista Crimson," Valthor said, and his voice found a warmth in it Aeloria had waited years to hear directed at her and never once had, "will stand beside me as this pack's Luna." The crowd's shock broke a half-second later, a ragged intake of breath rolling down the terraced hillside like something physical. Calista stepped forward into the space Valthor had made for her, white and silver against the red of the banners, her smile the practiced, luminous thing Aeloria had seen aimed at mirrors and rivals alike, and let him lift her hand for the whole pack to see. Somewhere in the crowd, a woman gasped audibly enough to carry; somewhere else

“It can’t—” The Moon’s presence flared, and Selah’s laugh died in her throat. Kieran strained, eyes wet. “Aria—please. Don’t—” The shadow inside him leaned close to my ear and whispered sweetly, like it was sharing a secret: “You can’t save them all.” My ribs tightened. My breath came sharp. The Moon’s voice returned, colder now, the weight of law itself: MOTHER. DAX. MATE. Pick one. My vision blurred with rage and grief.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge