City Of Bones 소설 & 이야기

It slumped to the ground, finally quiet. The rest of the pack broke and fled into the fog, realizing that the silver-eyed anomaly was not prey. The silence returned, heavier than before. Vardan stood in the center of the carnage, his chest heaving, his body covered in the foul, grey blood of the Dregs. "They won't be the last," Vardan said, wiping his claws on a piece of scrap metal. "The whole city is going to turn into a bone orchard before the week is out."

he whispered, raw and low. “I’ve only ever imagined having children with one woman. And she’s standing in my arms right now.” Her breath left her in a shiver. Before she could respond— A howl ripped through the night. Loud. Violent. Too close. The music shattered. Wolves tensed. Soldiers reached for weapons. Kael’s grip locked around her. “Stay behind me.” *** The windows burst inward. Rogues — three, four, five — snarling, eyes feral, bodies twisted with infection.

Rudi folded his arms on the table. "They took over our gang and turned it into a faction." Daffa stroked his chin while thinking about something. "Wasn't Star just an old motorcycle community?" Daffa could only recall what was in his mind at the moment. "May I answer?" Yoga interrupted the conversation. "I've heard a story that the Star gang once fought against the Bulldog gang." "The Bulldog gang?" Daffa furrowed his brow. "Do you mean the Bulldog gang that almost controlled the entire city?" Rudi asked. It turned out he knew about it.

In the prestigious Arcanum Academy, Zeyric Arcanvale is the bottom-tier student barely clinging to his place, while Thalen Veycrest is the untouchable prodigy. Forced into a 'Twin-Soul' contract for their final exams, their lives are magically entwined: what one feels, the other suffers. As the shared physical pain transforms into a dangerous, scorching attraction, Zeyric discovers that his greatest rival has been keeping a secret that could destroy Thalen's reputation just to keep Zeyric from being expelled. In a world of competitive sorcery, their bond is a weakness others are ready to exploit.

Beside her were King Ruven Omanelis and Sir Gale Gallahan. "Thank you. Let's do it!" Draco said, nodding his head respectfully. *** The capital of Centralis looked ravaged and filled with the stench of corpses. Pieces of human bodies and pools of blood laid everywhere. The entire city was filled with demon-beasts that roamed around and preyed on humans. The city was like a dead city full of bones and human corpses that reek and stink. Flies flew and swarmed over the remains of human corpses.

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

A cold wind blew through the debris, bringing with it distant screams. Not human screams. Werewolf screams. I turned, my heart racing. Shadows danced at the corners of my vision—strange, distorted figures with glowing, empty eyes. They moved in awkward, unnatural ways, creeping over the ruins like insects. Their bodies were stretched and elongated, making them look unrecognizable. Their mouths were too wide and filled with jagged teeth. A low growl rumbled behind me. I turned around—only to freeze. In the middle of the destroyed city stood a large throne made of bone. At the bottom, there were piles of wolves, their bodies still and their fur stained with blood.

“It was passed down that the bloodline of your ex lover would be in full possession of a piece, your urn. Kayla made a request to be given your ashes as a peace token for handing you over to the hands of the Alpha of their time to slay. It was said that your urn is to be with them, maybe along the way, it might have been given to the wrong hands or might have been sold to the hands of strangers. But for what it was, your urn isn't here in this Park.” His words had set fire burning through me, these people were still trying to act cunny. In my eyes, I saw their ancestors, the very people who approved and conducted my execution “You dare not joke with me.” I lit a fire that spread throughout t

I set the gun aside and lit a cigarette. I said after a short pause, "Normal? Thomas, have you ever told her about all the blood on your hands, the dirty money in your accounts, and your enemies coming at you during the night? If you put a normal person like her in your world, that's no different from getting her killed." Thomas frowned, displeased by my rebuttal. "Jessica, I wasn't asking for your permission. I was informing you." He stood up and went into the inner room, lifting Vivian Sugden—whose bleeding had stopped—into his arms.