Crimson Peak The Art Of Darkness の小説・ストーリー

“That was always the plan.” Storm clouds gathered above Blackpine Ridge as Eric led the elite strike team through the lower basin. Jaden flanked him on the left, Maya on the right. Two dozen warriors, cloaked in stealth sigils, fanned through the trees. “Perimeter’s unstable,” Maya whispered. “They’re drawing from something dark. You feel that?” Eric nodded. “he’s using dark magic.” Ahead, the lake shimmered unnaturally. Beneath it, the entrance to The Cradle pulsed with an eerie red glow.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

I just chuckled at her. “It’s been a while, Catalina.” Alliyana greeted, Uncle Arturo’s unica hija. She has a chinky eyes, she’s not that fair, and her lips are thin, obviously kissable. While Chrishna is naturally a honest rude and cold. She have a beautiful upturned blue eyes, and a pouty lips, she’s also fair, just like her mother. Laughing, Avery Ace, son of Uncle Anthonio, daddy’s fifth brother, pulled me from Chrishna just to hug me. Chrishna hit him hard on the head but he just laughed while one hand caressed his head, one of his arms remained on me.

Blinding, endless gold, flooding through the darkness so suddenly it stole the rest of the images away. It wasn’t soft like the light around me. It burned, cutting through everything else, forcing itself forward like it had been buried too long and was finally breaking free. A strangled sound left my throat as the force of it hit. The energy surged outward from my chest, no longer controlled, no longer contained within the slow rhythm of the ceremony. It pushed back against the light around me, clashing with it, not blending, not yielding.

Moments later a mind link hits me "All warriors meet me at the waterfall now" All a sudden, I start to see black dots, and my vision is blurred!! Taking me to a time I don’t remember. Observing my surroundings. The skies are dark with ominous clouds, rumbles of thunder moving through the sky with rhythm, it’s pouring. Mud and blood are everywhere. Witches, wolves, Lycans and Vampires are fighting. Spells being cast, blood being sucked, Lycans sending heads flying with one swipe of their claws, wolve tearing their enemy apart. Thunder rumbles through the sky as lighting strikes the ground, sending waves of electricity through the earth's flooring. Looking to my left I see a woman, glaring ri

Chapter 58: Bound in the Dark Aria stepped into the dream not with hesitation, but with gravity. The moment her body fell into sleep, she was already walking — barefoot, breath soft, trailing mist at her ankles. The world around her shimmered in shades of violet and obsidian, the scent of rain and smoke clinging to the air. This wasn’t her Eden or Zero. This wasn’t even a place carved by her own subconscious. This was Riri’s domain. The cave opened before her like a maw of the divine, glowing faintly from within, a pulse like a heartbeat humming through the dark stone walls. She knew it the moment she stepped through: Riri was awake. Watching.

The Dawn Pack had tracked the eastern echo beyond the Frosted Echo, their pursuit leading them to the Crimson Hollow, a sunken expanse at the farthest reaches of the Emberfall Woods, where the forest floor dipped into a bowl-shaped clearing, the ground a hardened crust of blood-red clay, cracked and veined with rivulets of frost that shimmered faintly under the late afternoon sun, its pale light casting a cold, golden sheen across the hollow, the shadows long and jagged, stretching across the clay like claw marks. The air was frigid, biting at the skin, carrying the scent of frost, ash, and a sharp, coppery tang of blood, a whisper of the marrow god’s kin stirring once more, the Crimsonborn—

Blood splattered around the whole area, staining the white cardboard Malcolm had placed around the man for his painting. "Wow, such marvelous art you will be reborn as. This is a gift, I must say, a blessing you have been given..." Malcolm chuckled, preparing to strike the chainsaw at the man's right hand. "Stop!" I halted him. "Why, Dominic? You know how I hate stopping what I have already started..." he questioned. "I don't want him dying on me now, do I?" I said to Malcolm. I just needed him to see a side of hell that awaited him if he didn't give me the person's name.

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.