Coraline Artbook の小説・ストーリー

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

Three deer lay arranged in a perfect circle. Their bodies twisted unnaturally, ribs carved open with horrifying precision. Strange symbols had been painted onto the stone beneath them using blood. Fresh blood. Her blood-covered hands trembled violently. “No…” A sound escaped her throat. Half gasp. Half sob. The necklace burned against her chest suddenly. And the voice returned. Clearer than ever. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Elena staggered backward. “Stop.” ‘You made this.’ “I didn’t—” ‘Your body did.’

There’s a picture of the stone down below but I don’t give the picture more than a glance. According to history, Coral’s tattoo is unique in the world of elemental’s for multiple reasons, one because there’s none like it, two because of it’s placement, three because her powers are theorized to be unlimited. It says here that her ability to control all elements aren’t the end of her powers, she also can conjure every unique ability only within the control of subs.

whispered Frank in Coralis’s ear. “Don’t worry about it. I guess it’s elemental related?” said Coralis, turning her head slightly toward him, so their cheeks were touching. “Yes, I’ve had some help from Vic, I’ll admit.” “Sorry to disturb you, lovebirds, we did get you something,” said Louis, handing Coralis a heavy box as big as a phone book. “Oh, thank you!” Coralis grabbed the box and unwrapped it. Inside the box was a thick reference manual about gas molecules and elements. She took the book out of the box and opened it, turning some pages.

••~~MADDISON~~•• Oh come on, Maddison… this is Corian’s doctor. How could that give you the ick? My eyes trailed where he was looking. Corian had art on basically every wall.... bold, moody pieces that looked like they’d been through some shit. One canvas behind him grabbed me; all shadows, messy smudges, and these deep, bleeding reds. His art made this huge, cold billionaire house feel a little less like a museum and a little more like… somebody actually lived here. Like somebody actually felt stuff.

said Celine proudly of her painting. Edric put his hands in his pants pockets. A painting of a twilight landscape, with a purplish sky on a beautiful beach and a mermaid combing her hair, on a rock. In his opinion, it was too imaginative. “How could it be like this?” "Of course, I can. Professor Crystall tells, about a mermaid and a handsome man from a novel. And I got the inspiration," Celine said, pointing to a beautiful woman with shoulder-length, wavy black hair, "There, Professor Crystall."

Then we can dump him in one of those underground fight clubs for the real freaky clientele to use as a punching bag. Marco's eyes bulged, head shaking in panic. "No! Please no! Elena, just kill me!" I turned a deaf ear, shifting my gaze to Rosa. "And for my dear sister… She's all about beauty, right? Always snatching what's not hers? Bring every mirror from this basement. Let her stare at her ruined face every day, at that mangled hand. "Oh, and I've heard those freak shows in the Isles are scouting for talent, send her over. Let her pay off her debts with that body of hers."

She floated back out through the door and turned left for king Roland's office. Cordelia looked up at the magical creatures section. She wondered whether there was a psychotic maniac crazy enough to have seen a sea dweller and written about it. Floating upward, she browsed through the shelves of alphabetically arranged books. Balvadoors, kernalis, monlates, she made her way down the alphat until she got to the s section. Salms, sarcas, scronches, sonjanas, sperios. No sea dwellers. No one had written a book on them. Not that Cornelia actually believed that a person could have enough information on them to write a book about them. Sea dwellers had always been normal creatures (humans) to Corn

The confident, untouchable star athlete who had charmed the entire campus… powerless against the fortress she had built around herself. Back in her room that night, Nora set up a new canvas. This painting would not be delicate or forgiving. This painting would not be beauty for the sake of admiration. It would be fire, anger, pain, and defiance poured into color and shape. Crimson streaks of rage bled across the canvas. Black swirls of hurt twisted into sharp shapes. Gold highlights burned like hope she refused to allow herself to feel.

She trudged up five flights, kicked her boots off inside, and froze. Something felt… off. She closed the door behind her slowly. The apartment was still. Not quiet — still. Air too heavy. The smell of something floral. Faint. Sweet. Wrong. Her eyes drifted to the bookshelf. The flower was back. No — flowers, plural. Two of them now. Deep crimson. Growing directly from the spine of Sea Glass Psalms, like they had rooted themselves into the poetry. No pot. No soil. Just… existing. Aria moved closer, slowly.