Doom Slayer And Isabelle の小説・ストーリー

“But I also know what's right. I may not live for long, but at least I’ll die knowing I stopped my son from doing the wrong thing—from trapping a woman here against her own will. This marriage will not work if you both behave like this.” “There was no marriage in the first place. I was forced into this.” “But things have changed my child and you know it,” Tia told her as they moved towards the bed. Isabelle held Tia’s hand, looking into her eyes now. “Nothing has changed. He's the ruthless Don of La Cosa Nostra and I'm Isabelle—the daughter of the man whom he killed days ago.” A tear dropped and she quickly wiped it off. “I don't think I can go back from that… don't think I would be able to

The smell of rotting flesh and vomit welled up as a dark figure began to climb up over the two females. Isabella shut her eyes a moment as light surrounded her protecting her at the same time. She saw a vision of an ancient forgotten race of men who were much taller and very evil. They had reddish hair and long skulls. Their eyes were dark and filled with malice. All at once she understood everything they had done and who they were today. The knowledge that was hidden on purpose by them flooded into Isabella all at once from deep within her mind. She opened her eyes. “So, you chose the smallest and weakest among us as your prey. You raped them. You killed them. You ate them. You are filth. Y

Jason exclaimed sounding like my mom. "Guys, Skylar is unconscious you idiots." I heard the doctor, Sean say. -Unknown- I punched my fists onto my desk in frustration, I was so close but it just slipped out of my grasp. A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts, I yelled come in as the door opened to revel my best assassin. "Isabelle, you're back already, I just set this mission yesterday." "Yes sir, and I have your money right here," she said placing a bag on my desk. Isabelle has been working for me ever since her parents died at the age of 10 and has trained with me.

Then came the horn. The ground trembled. Flames that had curled into submission now rose anew. And from the northern ridge of Ember Hollow, Isabella arrived. Her cloak was gone. Her hair unbound. Her eyes no longer mortal. The Hollowborn flanked her—not in flesh, but in presence. Spectral warriors of flame and light hovered behind her, each bearing the mark of the first rebellion. Catherine stood. Her confidence flickered. "You came to die with him?" Isabella did not answer. She raised her hand—and the sky wept silver fire.

Even though they get something in return, there always remained a huge possibility of us losing and everything going to ashes. We stood directly near the raised steps and bowed to her in respect. She acknowledged our greetings with a simple nod and raised up from her seat. "The day before, as you all elf people are aware, a werewolf female, Seraphina approached our Kingdom to seek alliance for an upcoming war that she claims is going to broke." She addressed to her people, demanding their attention for what she was going to announce.

It’s almost like I’m connected to me in my dream. The moment the hand pulls me out of the water, my chest stings with an indescribable pain as I cough out water. . . and blood. I look up to face the stranger who pulled me out. Only his large hands are visible. “Th. . .” My voice is strained. “Thank you.” I finally manage to say. “It is my pleasure, dear ISOBEL!” My eyes widen as the menacing voice of my step brother slid in my ears along with a blinding demonic gleam oozing out of his eyes. The outline of his silhouette is midnight black yet I can still see him in the dark night.

The scent of rose oil and blood had been overwhelming, a sickening promise of what was coming. “Quiet, or I’ll make this worse,” the figure hissed, their voice low and venomous. The torchlight caught their face just enough to confirm my fear—Isabelle. Her crimson gown was gone, replaced by a dark cloak, but her eyes burned with the same hatred I’d seen in the banquet hall. In her hand, the knife gleamed, its edge catching the light like a predator’s fang. “What do you want?” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound defiant. My back pressed against the cold wall, nowhere left to run.

"The doom tree isn't finished yet! I'm still not over him!" "Why? You want all of Stella's dark elements until your doom tree blossoms and bears a slew of abyssal demons so you can wage war on us?" "Isabel, you are the wisest girl I know. You are extremely knowledgeable!" "More than you could ever imagine!" the woman exclaimed. His gun's muzzle was aimed at Sandro. "Let's go home, Stella. You're my only friend right now, so please hurry!"

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

Isabelle opened her eyes at the sound of a loud snarl. The sight before her almost made her heart stop. She didn't have the time to think or pause as she jerked up, sprang into the air, and tackled the massive form heading for Cole. She landed atop a bundle of fur and their eyes met. Beowulf tried to push her off but she didn't let him. His black eyes were glassy, and darker than normal as if he had gone feral. He managed to push her off his body and rose to his feet. Isabelle pulled her door open, shape-shifted into a werewolf, and pounced in front of Cole, blocking him from Beowulf and at the same time shoving Cole backward against the wall. An act that awarded her a sharp stab in the flan