Code Lyoko の小説・ストーリー

His eyes widened the sight of the bloody sword, especially the blood that freshly flow in it, stain the pure land of a village. The bloody sword bang to the groubd, creating a never before sounds of clenching metals and clashing rocks below-ground. The white figure reveal a sweet smile, she said as she reach the trembling youth, “That's good enough... Rest assure, my loving ancestor,” she smirk and begun to laugh. The two youth is flabbergasted, especially the stained one and was trembled. The bloody-robe youth is shock but he able to calm himself, and his brows arc. He declared, “I'm the remaining rightful lycan to lead the army and the great escape!”

*LYCIA* ‘Around 63 percent of deaths of lycans are because of the rejection of their mates. While over 89 per cent fall into severe depression waiting for a miraculous second chance mate but not many find them and instead choose to end their lives unable to live without their other half.’ “What kind of a bogus news article is this!” I screamed, chucking my phone against a tree making it crash and scatter around in pieces. The world swirled around me once and trying to maintain my balance I looked at the path that Reemus and I had just taken a few minutes ago while Seff hid here behind the bushes.

Lucien avoided Ronin’s gaze as he plopped down in the empty space beside Sybl. Syble produced a thin leathery cloth from the waist of her skirt and unrolled it. Black markings littered the underside, depicting incomplete triangles and meandering lines. Laying it out on the flat surface of the pit enclosure, she pointed to a line that was thicker than the others. “This is the fastest route to Lyklos Keep from where we are, without running into the town folk.” “What about mindless beasts?” Nyla asked, picking at her nails as she leaned against a nearby tree. “Do you have a lot of them in the area?”

The old Ophelia might have cared what Jude and Ryker would think, but this version didn’t. The version they were going to meet didn’t give two fucks about them. “They won’t be able to make it to us in time though, right?” I tapped my nail on the table, “It’s not like they can portal to us.” “I didn’t get the chance to work this into your training, but have you ever heard of something called leylines?” The word stoked a distant memory, one faded by time and trauma. When I had spent all that time in the library, reading everything I could get my hands on, I’d seen the word leylines a few times.

he requested quietly. Eve clicked her tongue. "Reading this book—no matter how much—won't bring Lycaon back to life or make him rise from the grave!" she exclaimed. Her two friends—a boy and a girl—laughed loudly. "Unless he becomes a ghost. Boo!" Their laughter grew even louder. Lyall clenched his fists, his breathing became heavy. Eve stepped forward slowly, saying, "What? Angry? A coward like you can actually get angry?" She stopped right in front of Lyall. "Let's spar. One-on-one. If you win, you can take this book." She held the book up again. "If I win, this book is mine." "That book is of no use to you. It’s just junk to you," Lyall said flatly.

The white paper on the bed called out to me as I reached for it, squinting when I saw the words on it. Written on it were just two sentences. “YOUR BUNNY IS WITH ME. RETURN TO LYXANT IF YOU WANT HER ALIVE" I read the message and re-read it before I passed it to Fred, so he could check if I saw those words. “What fool took our Bunny?” I wondered aloud as I folded my arms, looking around the empty room. It was neater than the ones we passed, something that calmed my beast for a moment. “They are in LYXANT?” Fred sneered as he balled the paper and threw it on the floor. He stumped on it, acting as if the paper was the werewolf with our mate, and he was taking his revenge on it.

I see him crouch low, body coiled, muscles waiting and ready to strike at the first sign of hostility. Then I see him. A boy. Probably a couple years younger than Casimir and I. But he was no ordinary boy...he was a Lycan. He's muddy and bleeding, his clothes torn, and his hair hanging in wet clumps around his face. He raises his hands, a broken gesture of surrender as Casimir looms over him with a glare. "Casimir," I pant, catching to them, "wait." The Lycan chokes out a few words, raspy and desperate. "Please. Not here...to hurt...Need...help."

I said. “I’m really sorry for how rough everything has been, especially Bran. I told him multiple times to stay away from you but a mate bond is very tricky and strong, it can cause impulsive behavior many times,” Amy explained. “I understand. I’m fine really. It definitely was a lot to know but I’m handling it well,” I said. She nodded. “Are you a Lycan too?” I asked. “Technically but I’m stuck in my human body…” she answered.

When suddenly laughter broke out the room as they point out to each other "You look like a gremlin," Lynx said "You look like a goblin" he teased back. They continue to laugh at each other as the vines clean up the mess they made. “Ok now, stop the fun.” Lala said “Give me the antidote” “There is no antidote” Lynx answered seriously “No” – Lala “Yes” – Lynx “Nooo!” – Lala “Yess!” – Lynx “NOOOOO!!!!!” - Lala “YESSSSSS!!” – Lynx

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.