Dark Room Feu の小説・ストーリー

Now, the blaze from the gate provided only a flicker of light in the interior of this shuddersome castle. I wanted to jump out of my skin when I heard the sound of creaking metal grinding against some concrete surface. I turned around to see that Macabantran's gate swung shut with a loud drumming sound. It was the exact sound of a heartbeat we heard when Erzelus opened the gate with his blood. As the doors closed, the remaining alliance soldiers standing near the entrance were smashed to a mush. The screams of our soldiers mixed with the rattling sounds of their bones being cracked by the doors. Their innards and blood splashed and splayed all over the doors as if someone spray painted a fre

The dark forest holds many secrets ,many dark and unimaginable secrets . At last scar and i finally landed on the roof top of the master juju wizard tower ,i got down from scar's back and walked down through the tiny dark and lonely stairs ,he had the room lit with candle light to illuminate the place ,and it made the room really warm ,and it felt great ,considering the fact that it had been really chilly outside .

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Luca’s POV Darkness pressed in like wet concrete, the emergency strips dead, the only light the faint red glow of my burner phone screen as we stumbled up the emergency stairwell. Gunfire echoed behind us sporadic now, dying gasps of Chen’s team as the mutated nanos took hold. Coughs turned to wet gurgles; bodies hit the floor with finality. The mist had grown so thick it tasted metallic on my tongue, euphoria edging in at the corners of my vision, making every heartbeat feel slow and syrupy.

Their footsteps trailed off. I lay there, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as the pain grew and my sanity started to crumble. I wanted to scream, to beg him for the drugs, to go back to that stupid, numb peace I once knew. However, I could not. The door swung open. Francis walked in, the small silver bottle glinting in his hand. He looked worn out: dark circles under his eyes and a rough stubble on his chin. He sat down beside me, watching as I writhed in agony.

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

Crystal appears behind me in the mirror. “Damn.” I turn toward her. “Is that good or bad?” “Aria, if we don’t leave right now, we’re going to spend the entire night hiding bodies.” I laugh despite myself. And for the first time all day, the pressure in my chest loosens. Maybe a party isn’t such a terrible idea after all. We arrive at the house shortly after ten. Except house isn’t exactly the right word. Mansion seems more accurate. The Fae House rises from the darkness like something from another world, all pale stone, enormous windows, and ivy that glows faintly silver beneath the moonlight. Music pounds through the walls before we even reach the entrance.

A visible wave of pure, concentrated thermal heat—so hot that the concrete walls began to liquefy into molten glass—rippled from her palms. With a deafening roar of tearing metal, the secure vault doors didn't just unlock; they were violently blown off their hinges, the reinforced titanium panels melting into liquid slag as Clara stepped across the threshold, her white silk robe billowing around her like a shroud of pure flame. She sprinted up the ruined stone steps, entering the shattered remains of the grand living room. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows were entirely gone, the freezing tropical storm screaming through the space. Out on the ruined terrace, five of the largest Lycan elders

Robin nods in agreement while watch his lover leave the closet and bedroom. The master bedroom of Ny’thal is something wonderous. The space alone is much bigger than the other rooms in the castle of darkness. Over the years, and since the departed youngest son, things from the master room have changed from older, rustic furniture to a more modern look. The sofa in one of the corners of the space looks slick with a black cloth that makes up the sticking of the backside and the thick armrest. The cushions are new and properly feathered. On the bed is a new heavy-set blanket that has a red color tint to it the same as most rooms but like the hallway rugs of the upper part of the castle real spe