Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Bridal の小説・ストーリー

,Bazaar prodded sharply. "The girl... she confessed to Xavier that she isn't a dark angel",Jacob continued, hating himself for what he was doing but doing it all the same. "She said she's not from this life... " "And?",Bazaar snapped at him, getting impatient with his stalling. Jacob gulped, lowered his head and whispered the last part which was heard by every creature present there. "And that, she is mated to the lycan, Supreme Alpha Qinn" There was a collective gasp from the shadow warriors and annoyed snarls from the lycanthropes. They found it hard to believe a dark angel was mated to a lycan. It was a preposterous thought.

Fear crept into my heart and I looked at the sleeping Hazel. "What if she has some Lycan blood running in her veins?"Monalisa asked and I turned my head to the doctor curiously. "She might survive."He said and I heaved a slow sigh. Even though I didn't believe that much in the moon goddess,I silently prayed to her to bring Hazel back to life.Back to me. "Hades, you need to find the culprit and bring him/her to me!"I told my beta and he nodded at my words. "I think the culprit has to be one of the cafeteria workers. I'm quite sure that there might be someone else behind it. Someone who hates half-breeds so much."Hades reasoned out and I nodded my head to his words because they made sense.

That I was only here to give him heir. "Vampires cannot fall in love with humans." Tears started stinging in my eyes as I walk towards Alex. " It's Forbidden."

Diana sobbed and continued, "He rejects my friend request every single time. Why doesn't he like me? My mom even said I'm not a bad person even though I'm dumb!" Eliza paid no attention to Diana's words and simply replied, "He’s told you that he doesn't like you. You should stop going after him." Diana sniffed. "I don't have a choice. I don't like anyone else. He's poisoned me, and I’ll have to go to Yendall to find someone to break this curse.” Speechless, Eliza tried changing the topic to stop Diana from blabbering on and on. "I bumped into someone earlier and just realized who she looked like." She paused before continuing, "She kind of looked like Laurence's late wife."

And suddenly, I remembered why Arlo always warned me about full moons—why he barred the doors and windows, why he kept watch with a blade in hand. Because lycans prowl the forest on nights like this. They became feral, instinct-driven, hungry for blood. Slowly, carefully, I tried to slip out of the bed. Fenric’s hands slammed down on either side of me, caging me against the headboard. His claws sank into the wood, the sound alone enough to send my heart lurching into my throat. “Fenric, please,” I whispered, barely able to breathe. His head tilted, just enough to keep those burning silver eyes locked on mine.

My mother and Darius sat at the head, radiant and composed like a royal couple from a fairytale gone wrong. He looked older than her by decades, but strong and broad-shouldered, cruelly handsome. His silver eyes burned with satisfaction as the priest stepped forward, holding an ancient scroll. “We gather today,” the priest intoned, “to unite Alpha Darius of Darkmoon and Luna Siarah of Nightfang in sacred bond.” My stomach twisted. The words blurred together after that. They were asked to say their vows, and of course, they both made romantic promises to each other, promises that meant nothing. When the High Priest finally said, “You may kiss the bride,” my breath hitched.

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

PROLOGUE Tahimik na nakaupo sa isang sulok ng bar counter ang dalaga habang sumisim-sim sa hawak nitong inumin. Marami ang nakatingin sa direksyon ng dalaga dahil sa kagandahang taglay nito. Nakalugay ang mahabang auburn wavy brown hair nito na bumagay sa porselanang balat nito. Natural na mapupulang labi at maliit na matangos na ilong na bumagay sa heart shape na mukha ng dalaga. Her brown hazel eyes looks so beautiful yet emotionless.

He kept staring at her with pain in his eyes, but he couldn't say anything. They remained mute. The only sounds in the room were him trying to release the rope's grip and her hiccups. With a crack sound the door opened and Venezio was standing there with a grin. "Hello sister,Hope you had a good sleep",he said and walked towards Damien. She looked at him with distaste and then at Damien, who sat there expressionless. "My apologies in advance, Your lover is going to die in the most awful way possible," he stated, pulling out his blade and running it across Damien's face.