Dark Moon: The Blood Of Vargr の小説・ストーリー

Alpha Ragna's hand snakes around my waist, keeping us connected before spearing his hand with the dagger likewise. Gray light suddenly surrounds us, the brightest I've ever seen the moon glow except that fateful night of the blood moon. I watch in horror as our blood rises in the light, coiling and spinning until they mesh together and horrified, I attempt to pull back, screaming and becoming too frightening to stay in one place. "Be still woman, it's almost complete, " Alpha Ragna hisses in my ear, looping his hands with mine. The light from the moon darkens once more, going pale, something shattering within me and then all I felt was pain. Everywhere.

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

Bronislava "Slava" Ignatova The threat of midnight hung in the air like an iron blade. Eight hundred miles away, Matrena and my former pack were burning a master vial of my unsealed blood over a dark altar, trying to collapse my heart before the clock struck twelve. I didn't give Vaelin a chance to answer Nikolai's panicked warning in the sanctuary. As the dark blood claim spell spiked violently in my chest, pain shot through my sternum like liquid fire, and the world went completely black.

We're both breathing heavily and I open my mouth to speak but it's no longer me talking, my wolf has taken over and he wants to claim what is his. "Just say the word and I am yours." My voice is a gravely demonic version of my own and I can see from the reflection of her glasses that my eyes are completely silver now. A contrast to her deep golden iris's that shine brightly back at me. Complete opposites. That's what we are. Only the goddess knows why we were paired together. My canines extend as I wait for her to respond her eyes never leaving mine. Her answer is so soft, so faint, it's nearly lost on the wind. Nevertheless I hear it. "Yes."

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

He was preparing this evil plan. Rafe stared at the scene in disbelief. He also seemed to have trouble untying the chains that bound him. "Well, let the games begin," Aline said again. I saw with my own eyes how a black shadow rushed towards Rafe with tremendous force. The Grimoire emitted a spark of electricity and Aline was thrown backwards. "What is it?" I whispered softly, my eyes glued to the Grimoire, which should not be held recklessly by a werewolf, especially the shadow that had just appeared, the seventh reincarnation of the werewolf.

I'd love to make their life worse than hell. Aurora is mine and only I have a right to touch her, hurt her, make her cry and own her smile, although I doubt that she will ever smile because of me or for me until I force it out of her. She has awakened the monster which I never knew existed in me, her innocence makes me want to consume her soul and I will. I am no light but the darkness itself, and she will be consumed by darkness. "We need you tonight..." Mikhail declared, crashing my thoughts to see my Angel tonight.

The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage. With a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Aqua unleashed a torrent of dark magic. The energy exploded from her, a violent wave of force that knocked the witches off their feet. The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind.

"We'll be back by sunrise." And then they hurried out of the cabin, leaving me and Veronica alone again. She went back to cooking and I returned to the bedroom. I pulled out the amulet and ran my thumb over it. The stupid amulet I had been wrongly accused of stealing had somehow ended up with a pack of werewolves? I laughed out loud. My life had turned out to be a freaking shit show.

The garden was unrecognizable beneath the silvery gaze of the full Hunter’s Moon. Once vibrant flowers now drooped and curled as though wilting under the weight of Erika’s apprehension. Clouds rolled sluggishly across the sky, dimming the moonlight. Rows of darkly clad Lycans gathered, their golden eyes gleaming like embers in the shadows. The air was thick with expectation, and Erika’s skin prickled with an uneasy awareness of every gaze trained on her.