Delta Eminence In Shadow R34 の小説・ストーリー

"I want to understand it fully before we discuss anything else. The shadow in the eastern territory was drawing from an old power network beneath that region. That network connects to points throughout Obsidian Crown's territory. Someone with detailed knowledge of this territory's old power geography would have been able to identify those connection points and deploy the shadow against them deliberately." "You are describing a theoretical capability," Aldric said. "Not evidence." "I am describing what Elora Veyne observed directly while clearing the confluence. Her access to the Moon Sanctum gives her a clarity of view into old power geography that very few possess." Drax's voice did not ris

"Hold on a second." She looks back at me, confusion written all over her face. "What’s wrong, Ethan?" My heart starts racing. It feels like it’s pounding in my ears, way too loud. That familiar, heavy sensation grips me again. It’s the same warning that’s been haunting me through six lifetimes: death is near. "Martha," I whisper, "there’s someone here." She opens her mouth, probably to ask me more, but before she can speak—shadows shift among the trees.

Then, Damien was shoving his hands into the pocket of his pants. “Come on, Zack! I’ve known you since you first appeared in the pine forest. Don’t be too surprised if I knew what was going on in the Shadow Pack. I’m the Delta, I do these kinds of things,” Damien stated. His grey eyes were shining under the moonless sky. Zack scowled as he turned his head away.

Fenric POV Shadow Luna Packhouse She moved like moonlight. Not fast. Not dramatic. Not trying to be anything she wasn’t. Just… gentle. Warm. Soft in the way the world didn’t deserve but desperately needed. Emara. My mate. My pulse kicked every time she laughed, every time her smile brightened a room, every time her shadowfire flickered around her fingers as she helped a young Omega fix a broken drawer or soothed an elderly wolf’s aching joints.

Something ancient had heard the stirring of Amelia’s power, something that had slept for centuries, and now it was moving. “They’ve sensed her,” Aro murmured, his voice barely audible over the rising wind. “The Shadowborn will not be denied. Every one of them in the land knows she lives.” Ryan’s eyes darted toward the treeline, searching. Then, through the inky darkness, he saw it: a shadow taller than the trees themselves, its limbs long and twisted in impossible angles, its head crowned with jagged shapes that resembled broken antlers. Its body seemed woven from smoke and bone, moving with fluidity yet impossible precision. Eyes glowed faintly violet, like dying stars reflecting in the voi

But the funny thing was that she could see and sense things much better. In wonder, Eliza swept her hands through the dark clouds until a notion occurred to her. "A Shadow Element?!" She yelled, returning her gaze to Luke. Because of her enhanced vision and senses, she could see Luke nodding and a little smile on his face in the distance. "This bastard...hiding such a thing for so long." Element of Shadow A major element in Grade 3. It has outstanding damage and support capabilities. Its supporting potential was tremendous in both assaulting and retreating, much as the black shadow clouds limited adversaries' senses while improving allies' senses.

Apart from these, they had learned three other important things. One was that Dark Shadow had planted a mark on each minion, including her 4 Star subordinates. Razor had crawled through the debris of the fallen cave to find Slender and Muscles’ corpses to confirm this. This mark was apparently not just a mark. It was linked not to Dark Shadow’s soul but to a device she kept next to her dagger.

Sinister’s POV I should hate this girl. She's nothing but problems. And yet, I find it most difficult to stare away right now. Her dark hair tousled down her back and over her shoulder as she leaned against the leather interior of the limo. She pressed her head gently against it as her eyes grew wary and distant. She'd been peeling the dead skin off her fingertips subconsciously since we got in here. Were the heels really that high? I shouldn't have asked the lady for the best pair. I should have just gone with the most comfortable pair. It was my fault. But how was I to know she couldn't walk in them? How was I to know anything about her?

His aura pulses, atonement a fire, and I nod, trust solidifying despite his past lies. Vael’s psychic ward glows, her voice grim. “The shadow’s a construct, Convergence, but its heart mirrors the relic’s. Strike true, but beware—your light feeds it.” Her warning chills me, but Cassia’s fading aura drives me forward, her amber eyes flickering, pleading—End him.

Evryn’s breath came in shallow, burning gasps as the last echo of the quantum pulse faded into a silence so deep it felt like it belonged to another realm entirely. The fusion of her consciousness with Elaia was holding—barely. The Shadow had not retreated but rather paused, watching her from the threshold of the rupture that had formed within the matrix’s inner core. Its presence was both magnetic and menacing, like a black hole cloaked in starlight. Aurex stood a few paces behind her, hands spread, eyes blazing with the same eerie silver lines that had bled from the gate. His voice was calm, too calm.