Castlevania: Nocturne Ao3 の小説・ストーリー

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Rian’s did the same. My own fingers pressed over my mark. Something invisible in the room snapped taut. It felt like being back in the ritual circle for a second—magic humming under my skin, leashed and restless. But this time, instead of the weight of a single relic, there were three distinct pulls. Mooncrest. Nightveil 1. Nightveil 2. The seer’s blind eyes turned slightly up, as if listening to something above us. “Loud,” she murmured. “No wonder you’ve all been sleepless.”

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"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

######## Author's Note: Andrea wasn't marked - Caspian directed his fangs into her arm instead. Just wanted to make it clear. :D

Nina smiled as he looked at the tombstone with Amber Hudson engraved on it. “I miss her.” “I miss her too.” Lane kissed Nina's forehead. ~ The night was long and distant. The moon was at its peak, giving off the brightest rays and flourishing the earth with its glow. “I'm Cataleya Drew. The witch who created the first vampires and werewolves. I've returned. Powerless, but I'm going to find a way to put an end to what I created. The O'Connors, the Salvadors, and the Graysons will suffer at my feet because I'm going to bring them to their very end. I always find a freaking way.” Cataleya's lips stretched into a smirk as she walked on the tarred road. It was midnight. The town was still and ser

Callie gasped in a pleasurable moan, tilting her head back against me. “Aaron…” Biting her lips, her scent grew stronger and more primal, carrying the Lupine hunger we felt for each other. “We discovered Nocturnus’ origin. He was created by our species.” “What?” I arched a surprised eyebrow, still teasing her breasts, filling my hands with their weight, massaging and squeezing them, pulling her closer to me. “King Lycan…” Callie straightened slightly and turned to face me, her red eyes heavy with restrained tears. “You’re going to hate me when you learn everything.”

Aria Pov In six days I shall be destroyed by the crescent moon. I am cuffed with the metal closing round my wrists, feeding off the energy of my wolf. Before me is the Seven Tower Gate, a dark monolith whose ancient power smothers mine. I'm a mutant-an impending bomb-a danger to my pack.

I hadn’t had it in me to go to Djinn and Juice tonight. I was a busy girl, so I could take a night off. It’s not like it would actually impact my client list, anyway. So, I was curled up with a book again, but a totally different book. A dirty book. Leah was out, working a late shift, so wouldn’t be back until the early hours of the morning. So, I was curled up with a cheesy romance that portrayed mate stricken werewolves in the wrong light, and it was just getting to the good part.