Ddo Divine Vengeance の小説・ストーリー

Eros's eyes blazed with a newfound sense of purpose, his voice resonating with a dark determination. "I will, Devin. I swear upon your vanishing soul that I will uncover the truth and avenge your defeat," Eros vowed, his words dripping with malice. "Zeke Forenbach will pay for his insolence." He paused and continued. "Devin... I can't believe you're gone. But tell me, what do you want me to do now?" Eros implored, his voice cracking with raw emotion. "How can I seek vengeance for your defeat?" Devin's spectral form flickered, his voice carrying a malicious undercurrent as he spoke from the void.

And in the center, Dominic and I stood like enemies already drawn into battle. I lifted my hand, silencing the room with a surge of my power. My voice was steady now, colder than before. “I am Alpha. I do not need your approval to sever this bond. But know this, this divorce is not just an ending. It is the beginning of my vengeance. Whoever betrayed me, whoever used Dominic’s name to strike at me, will suffer. If Dominic is guilty, he will burn with them. If he is innocent, then he will still feel the cost of what he allowed to fester. Either way, I will not stop until justice is mine.” Dominic’s face hardened like a man preparing for war. His voice was quiet, but it carried across the hall

seemed to have subtly distorted due to some invisible aura. 【System Mission Issued!】 【Mission Name: Defend the Mate's Honor】 【Mission Type: Mandatory, Timed】 【Mission Description: For a true Alpha, his mate and territory are sacrosanct. Any challenger must repay his foolishness with blood and tears.】 【Mission Objective: Within three days (72 hours), make Preston Vance, at this very location, in front of all media, kneel and apologize for his words and actions tonight. Furthermore, cause the market value of his company, "Vance Capital," to shrink by at least 50%.】

Julian’s voice was harsh, his breathing heavy and uneven. "You’re just trying to provoke me. I know it. That’s exactly what this is.” My tone was calm, almost detached. "Julian, what’s the point of lying to yourself?" A loud crash echoed on the other end, like a table being kicked over. "I’ll give you one more chance," Julian’s voice turned cold, laced with menace. "Divorce him. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you regret it, Violet." The line went dead, but I stood frozen, clutching my phone tightly, my face pale.

I stood at the gates as their leader stepped forward Archon Veylor, a man once rumored to have drowned an entire Lycan pack in consecrated blood. “Damon Blackthorn,” he called, his voice calm and cold. “You have until moonrise to surrender the girl and submit to purification.” My claws lengthened. He smiled, as if daring me to strike. “I am the judgment of the gods,” he said. “And she is the vessel of a forgotten sin.” “I am the wrath of the wolves,” I replied. “And I will drown you in it.” He didn’t flinch. “So be it.” ---

The dagger in my hand felt alive, its symbols flaring, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s edge, its heart. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his steady heartbeat anchoring my spiraling dread, our shared defiance a fragile shield against the chaos closing in. The keepers’ visions haunted me: one stays, one guards, one ends, one breaks. The trinity, now four, was ours, and the Abyss was its final test.

Anger rattled the hollow space surrounding her. Where was the Goddess? When a wolf dies, they go to the Goddess. Who was Vengeance? Duality is within everything! The Goddess has an unseen dark side, and I am she! Now, take my hand and claim what you seek! The voice hissed. The voice expressed a heaviness of emotions, a darkness, darker than the darkness that surrounded her. The wolves surrounding her body continued to bite into her cold, bloating flesh. Her stale blood is too lazy to drain now with no life. Rigimortis is beginning to set in. She could feel it taking effect. The window of vengeance was closing.

Therefore, even if they wanted to fight against their enemy, it would take an effort of swapping realms to engage in battle. "The two of you will have to work for that Pheonix Stone." Valeur chuckled softly to himself, he said. "I'll say this... there's much stronger demons than the demon from before. If you don't obtain an essence much higher than where you are now... you'll never be able to see any of your children ever again. Good luck, Gods of Divinity." Valeur vanished into the darkness, leaving The Realm after waving Phuture and Dark goodbye. His appearance increased her heart rate, raising tension higher than normal upon his arrival.

They arrived without loyalty, but with hunger the kind only vengeance could feed. Bianca stood atop the cracked stairwell, rain dripping from her armor, her eyes like dark glass reflecting the torchlight below. “Look at what’s left,” she began, her voice slicing through the noise. “You’ve all hated each other. We hunted each other. Killed in my family’s name or because of it. But tonight, you answer to something older than loyalty.” She let the pause hang. “Vengeance.” A ripple passed through the crowd. Some spat. Some nodded. One voice shouted, “And when vengeance is done, who do we kneel to then?”

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.