Death Laura Thalassa の小説・ストーリー

Everyone's cheers and commotion suddenly fell silent. Laura turned her head to look back, her gentle smile gradually disappearing. Bertha, wearing a tight red mermaid dress that hugged her body, slowly walked over. She was like a blooming rose, both dangerous and captivatingly beautiful. On her face was a simple smile, she looked straight at Laura fearlessly. “You're not dead yet?” Laura looked at her in horror. "Where did Miss Laura know about my death? There hasn't been any news about me in the past few days. Did you send someone to kill me?”

Camellia felt a bit speechless. The next day. News from Death Island had indeed come back. They were all having breakfast in the hall when the news arrived, and everyone fell silent. The atmosphere was eerily quiet. Laura was dead! That was the news from the Death Island. Although they had hope, this outcome wasn't unexpected. After all, everyone knew that such hope was very slim. Seeing their masters quiet, the servants also stood quietly, occasionally leaving when there was something to do, without disturbing anyone. "Where's the body?" Antonio was the first to ask.

They chased after it, but it was too fast, and soon they lost it in the darkness. They returned to the clearing, where Darell and Marcelyn began to interrogate the werewolf they had captured. The creature was terrified and disoriented, its mind clouded with fear and confusion. It took them a while to get any useful information out of it, but eventually, they managed to coax a name out of it: Zoltar. Just as Zoltar was about to spill more information, an arrow whizzed through the air, striking the werewolf in the chest and killing it instantly. They spun around, searching for the source of the attack, but whoever it was had already disappeared.

Laura’s husband and daughter were killed just for having similarities and the Red Crescent Pack not wanting to risk not killing them most likely in case they were the descendants of the true red wolf they were trying to kill. Even knowing the gaps of why and how everything happened, Laura had never waivered with Kellina or blamed her for things she as a child hadn’t known. It was just what it was and could never change my kind mate’s heart. Watching her now peacefully unbeknownst I was even in the room I had the opportunity to appreciate her. I knew Laura wasn’t my true mate not as my first mate but I also knew my first mate’s love for me meant she would never want me to give up a chan

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

The battlefield stilled. Damian turned toward her sharply. Laura’s expression was grave. Her shoulders tense. Her eyes hard. “All of you saw it.” She said quietly. “I cut off Euthanasiás head. The creature died.” She swallowed. “But the form of my twin still stood.” Silence. Real silence. Not Hope’s. But the heavy, terrified kind. “And though that silence.” Laura said, voice cold as winter. “She still disappeared.” A collective shiver ran through every warrior.

I almost landed on my butt, as I lost my balance. “LET ME GO!” I demanded. The grip loosened. “ As you demand of me princess, but before you proceed, think of the children behind you.” It was Jamira. I turned to face her. I could feel tears flowing down my cheeks, but when I put my finger to the liquid, all I saw was red. “I AM THINKING OF THE CHILDREN! YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT SHE HAS DONE!” The liquid flows faster now. “ Oh Layla…” Jamira’s face was sad. She looked like she felt sorrow for me. Theodore slowly stood up.

The death of that version bore life to who she was now, Chelsea Landore. The last thing she expected was someone digging up her past and the skeletons she buried with it. She had done many notorious things as Chelsea Landore. But Laura Christian was the most notorious. She had pulled her first scam when she was nineteen and she accidentally killed the man when he tried to kill her.

Forever. Laura, no, they said. Don't you fucking dare. But it was too late. The light exploded outward. Kragoth's final scream echoed through the collapsing mindscape. When the light faded, there was only silence. Laura floated in darkness. She couldn't feel her body. Couldn't feel her mates' bonds. She was dying. But so was Kragoth. The entity was nothing but whispers now. Fading voices in the dark. You think you've won, Kragoth voice unexpectedly came back up. But I'm not done. I have enough strength left for one final act.

I pull the blanket higher around Callum and meet his eyes. *** I pull on my shirt still half-asleep, leaving Callum sleeping safely under Tabitha’s watch. The main hall is quieter now, the celebration winding down into soft conversations and distant music. Cass kneels beside a couch where Laura lies pale and still, an oxygen mask over her face and an IV line in her arm. A human medic from the government team hovers nearby, checking vitals. Laura looks so small.