Dark Urge Kill Isobel の小説・ストーリー

"No one lays a hand on him. I want to have the pleasure of killing him myself. And then I shall absorb the power of the gem and make my way to Hayden, where I will unleash my vengeance on Xerxes and his entire pack. I will make him watch as I kill his mate and let him know his son is dead, just as he made me watch years ago" "The Luna is dead already, Alpha Talon," Wayland interrupted tentatively. Talon turned on him instantly, shock evident in his face. "Izabelle is dead? How?" "According to our spies, the gem thief murdered her with a poisonous dagger when she tried to stop him," Wayland said and then shrugged. "She died instantly from the poison"

My fist clenched. "You are right. My life will never be the same after this. I will never be happy again. Killing you won't make me happy as well. You know what would it give me?" I gave him my sweetest venomous smile as I said the last word he would hear from me. "Satisfaction." In this world were cruelty is rampant and justice has many faces, only evil can defeat evil. "The heck is this thing?!" I almost jumped when I heard Lucia beside me. She has finally woken.

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

Ursula had reported the blonde did have a high temperature and had complained of sore joints but did that necessarily mean Chloe was turning? “Are you certain this isn’t the result of an attack?” He finally asked. “Oh I’m certain. There is no sign of blood or a body.” His nostrils flared as he let out a frustrated breath. What the hell was going on in this place? They had a dead pack, imprisoned wolves, corruption, three dead humans and now two missing girls. Something deep inside of him was telling him this wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg but none of it was making any sense.

Synth mumbled as he slowly enveloped Clarrise in his arms. He noticed Drago's sharp stares so he gave him the same look. He then sighed and walk towards the others, with Clarrise in his arms. "Aurora, what are you talking about?!" Lucien asked her with frustration. "You want Ysobella to undergo the same ritual your mother has gone through?!" he asked with disbelief. "Lucien, please pay close attention. Ysobella's consciousness is gradually fading, as is her pulse. The arrow they used to shoot her is laced with poison, and I can also sense a dark spell in it," Aurora explained.

Please I don't know why you guys heed me captive but I must say you got the wrong person I screamed but they rolled their eyes at me. "You have to listen to what I have to tell you, the boss must know about this but that would be self-pity if you didn't know your dirty little secret he whispered and I jerked his hand off my shoulder. "What are you talking about?'' I asked. Don't you know you're a killer and we drug you with aphrodisiac drugs, seems you couldn't remember anything about you and am not ready to reveal anything to you he muttered as tears rolled down my cheeks, I think you're punishing the innocent mind I know you're a mafia guard, but I think you've got me now and you know some

"Your Majesty, my Queen. Final word has come from the Frozen Wastes." "In the agony of the final stages of the Pox, Damien went into a rabid rage. He strangled Isabella, screaming about her lies, before his own body gave out, his bloodline rotting from within. The beasts of the tundra, drawn by the scent of disease and death, left nothing behind." I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath of the pine-scented air. The nightmare of my past life had finally, truly ended. The demons who killed me and my children had found their own brutal justice in torturing each other to death.

"My union with Isabella of the Iron Fang is dissolved. She will return to her father’s pack by sunrise. Elara Vance will take her rightful place as the Luna of the Silver Moon." The room exploded into chaos. Isabella screamed, a raw, primal sound of fury. She lunged toward the table, her hand disappearing into the folds of her skirt. "If I am not Queen, no one will be!" she shrieked. She pulled out a small, glass vial filled with a glowing red liquid: Wolfsbane extract, concentrated and lethal. She didn't throw it at Killian. She threw it at the children. Everything moved in slow motion. I saw the glass arc through the air, heading straight for Toby, who was still being held by the guard. Ki

His voice is rough, but there’s something deeper beneath it—something fierce. “We’ll protect you.” The words sink into me, wrapping around something deep in my chest. Drew squeezes my hand. “Everything’s going to be fine, Drea,” he murmurs against my hair. “We’ve got you.” I hold Logan’s gaze a moment longer before exhaustion pulls me under. I drift off against Drew’s warmth. “Storm girl, we’re here.” Killian’s gentle voice and the light shake of my shoulder wake me. I groan, rubbing my eyes as I sit up. The car is parked in front of a brick house surrounded by trees and open land. We’re in the middle of nowhere.

‎She ran into the darkness. ‎Away from the fire. ‎Away from the screams. ‎Away from everything she had ever known. ‎And she never looked back. ‎Behind her the mansion burned. ‎And with it, Isabella Marisol Reyes died. ‎What remained…was something else entirely. ‎🖤 ♣️ ‎Daylight came too quickly. ‎It spilled over the city in soft gold, touching rooftops, flooding streets, warming a world that had no right to feel warm. ‎Isabella walked through it like a ghost.