Dragon Gift Of Night Fury の小説・ストーリー

Elias growled again at the close contact, and Drake chuckled as I pulled away from his embrace. Drake was the Divine Warrior for the immortal line, just as I was the Divine Warrior for the shifter line. There was also a faerie line and a magic worker line. Always one Divine Warrior at a time only, although there could be many guardians. Of course, this was potentially proving to be untrue, as according to my traitorous bitch sister, the child that Louise was carrying could also be a Divine Warrior. But we couldn’t know for sure until the baby was older, and started showing signs.

The mission to uncover the Nightshade Pack’s secrets had taken on a visceral urgency, and the forest itself seemed to hum with hidden threats. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the group, his golden amber coat a beacon in the dim light. His massive wolf moved with unwavering authority, amber eyes scanning the foliage for danger. Behind him, the team followed in tight formation: Gamma Marcus, his midnight blue fur blending into the shadows; Lucas Stonefur, chestnut brown with sharp golden eyes; Maya Swiftwind, her silver coat bristling with intensity; Kira Frostfang, pristine white with turquoise eyes; Liam Ironhide, gray fur streaked with silver; and Rylan Darkpaw, his dark brown wolf radiating r

" They aren't as strong as they used to be, all the years and the curse of the Moon Goddess have dulled their abilities. So they are afraid and desperate, they would do anything to get the power they lost " " And how would they do that exactly? " " Why do you think they have the Dragon tattoos? It only appears when they perform their ritual. " Evelyn the confusion on Zayn's face and she rolled her eyes. " Dragon blood Zayn. The Dark Wolves hunted down Dragons not because they were afraid the Dragons might take over the world, but because the blood was what gave them the power they had. It was what made them the most powerful werewolves in existence. And in that forest is the last remaining D

Blood smears the corner of her mouth, but her eyes burn. “You’re so weak,” she rasps. “You need magic to hold me down just to beat me.” The words cut deeper than they should. Because they’re true. I can feel the druid power crackling under my skin, gifted to me through Gwen, through the rituals. It coils in my bones, feeding my wolf, twisting her into something hungrier, darker. And I like it. I need it. But she sees it. And that makes me furious. My rage explodes.

I can't put a finger on it but something is wrong, the two witches seem to be chanting under their breath and the pendants are glowing. “Game on, old man” Enyo says, she shifts back into her small silver wolf that now holds the same white glow as her. Her wolf is small but it is stronger and faster than any other Alpha wolf I have ever seen. They start to circle each other, she snaps her teeth at him.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

he said solemnly. The elders turned and looked at the girl. She nodded at them with a radiant smile on her face. Then she placed her hand on top of the orb, her hand covering Ryan’s. Seeing him flinch, I knew he had felt the spark from the mate bond. “I, Freya Gladice Maddox, daughter of Beta of the Redmoon pack, seek the blessing of the Moon Goddess.” Freya, so that’s her name… And she was a beta heir from the Redmoon pack, yet another pack ambushed by the Moonstone pack…

For a moment, the four of us, wolf, wizard, vampire, dragon, moved as one. The mercenaries roared, throwing themselves into the fray. Their dragonsteel glinted, nets flying. But with Nora at my side, every strike they aimed fell short. Her fire poured into my veins, into my shadows, until I felt like I was wielding her soul alongside my hunger. I let it loose. The shadow-flame erupted from my chest, a tidal wave of black and gold fire, devouring everything in its path. Mercenaries screamed as nets burned to slag, weapons melted in their hands. My father staggered, his blood-glyphs cracking under the onslaught.

When they stop before our thrones, Fury bows deeply while Nora dips gracefully beside him. “Your Majesty,” Fury begins. “It is an honor to stand before you again. My pack and I owe everything to your faith in us. I brought this as a token of Bloodfang’s loyalty.” He gestures, and a warrior behind him steps forward, presenting a chest of black oak. When opened, it gleams with twin daggers forged from moonsteel—the rarest metal known to wolves. Their hilts are carved with the royal crest, each blade shimmering faintly with enchantment.