Charon Docks At Daylight の小説・ストーリー

Tristan flanked her on one side, Callum on the other, shielding her like she was the only person in this grand, glittering night worth protecting. I stood in the darkest corner of the deck and watched every ray of light fall on Elise. Once, I would have given anything for her to stand in that spotlight, any price at all, because she was a musical genius. I never imagined that the price would turn out to be myself. I smiled bitterly. Then, without warning, the crowd on deck lurched. Champagne spilled across the floor. Before anyone could react, the captain came rushing over. "The coast guard has issued an intercept order. They're demanding we stop the vessel immediately for inspection."

Stefan froze in his tracks, “Because Charon is coming towards us, and we don't have our payments,” “And we need to get across that river,” Damon complained. Out of the shadows, a boat rowed next to us, it was made of bones, lined with skulls for decoration, and large enough to carry ten people at once. Inside, stood a towering man, he wore a long black garb, that covered his head, his wrinkled hand was wrapped firmly around the long pole, That must be what he uses to paddle, I thought. “One coin per passenger,” his voice was stern and fearsome,

They sprinted for the gantry just as the Acheron began its final, vertical plunge into the dark waters of Marseille. They leaped onto Mina’s tugboat just as the yacht disappeared beneath the surface. There was no explosion. No pyre. Just a series of massive, glowing blue bubbles that rose to the surface and popped, releasing the last of the Everett energy into the salt air. The Dawn of the Shadow Empress Elena stood on the deck of the rusted tugboat, watching the ripples where the Acheron had been. Alexander stood behind her, his arm around her waist, Celine leaning against him, her eyes finally opening to the first real sunrise she had seen in years.

She had to put twin coins between her lips for the fare. When the boat arrived, Charon gazed at her with steely eyes. Psyche squirmed, but she must allow this squalid elder to take the coin, and he would remove it from her mouth with his own hand. When the cloaked man uncurled his bony fingers towards her, the maiden trembled and tried not to close her mouth in fear. Psyche remained still and squeezed her eyes shut until Charon's chilly hand had picked one of the coins. "Come aboard," the ferryman said to her.

"Now, who else needs help boarding the vessel?" Isis and Julie hurried on, followed by Hazel. Declan and James moved to lift the coffin. "No. I'll deal with that," Charon told them. James opened his mouth to ask him a question, and Charon raised his hammer and pointed to the boat. "Don't test me, wolfman. Just get in the craft." James grabbed Declan's hand, and they hurried inside the boat, too. Charon picked up the coffin and stashed it in a compartment hidden at the side.

But Maia manages to flip onto her back, using her hind legs to kick Charon off, before swiftly lunging forward and sinking her teeth into his throat. Blood sprays from Charon’s neck as he lets out a guttural howl. He tries to break free, but Maia holds on with all her might, her black eyes glowing with feral intensity. Charon’s struggles grow weaker, and soon he lies still, lifeless.

“What about the deck?” “The deck will still be here in the morning. We’ll be in this ship for at least another four days. So, come on now,” he said, pulling Charlie up by the arms. This time, Charlie was actually compliant, surprisingly, and he was able to get him within a few steps of the door before he pulled away and approached the railing. Sighing, Jonathan asked, “What are you doing now?” “This glass will not be making the journey to New York City,” he explained before pitching it off the side of the Titanic far out into open sea.

“Boat’s ahead!” Fiona’s lungs burned as they raced forward. The small motorboat bobbed against the dock, its driver waving them over frantically. One by one, they leaped onto the boat. Darwin was the last to jump, shoving the dock away as the engine roared to life. Bullets ricocheted off the metal railing, but they were already speeding into the open water. Fiona exhaled, the wind whipping through her hair. The city lights faded behind them, swallowed by the darkness.

Like in Hades. An old skiff rested on the shore, made of dark wood that could have been Charon's boat. I cocked my brow. “Haven't modernized, Sam?” I walked to the shore's edge, then peered around the corner. A motorboat behind a stalagmite. “Score.”

"We leave in two days. Rest. Repair. Because once we step onto the mainland, there is no going back." That Night - The Docks of Scrimshaw The celebration in Scrimshaw was raucous. Bonfires burned on the floating platforms. Pirates and Iron-Kin danced together, sharing rum and war stories. The air smelled of roasted fish, gunpowder, and victory. Saoirse sat on the end of a pier, her legs dangling over the dark water. The bioluminescent plankton swirled beneath her boots, mimicking the stars above. She held the Dragon Charm in her hand, rubbing the silver metal with her thumb.