Dying Of The Light Martin Novel の小説・ストーリー

I’ll feel nothing. Violet glances at me one last time, then turns away. The men follow her out. The door slams. And I’m left in darkness again and somehow, I don’t mind it anymore. The insects crawl over my skin, some slithering between my thighs, others climbing my neck, lingering at my mouth. I stay still. Silent. Like a corpse. And maybe I already am one. Because the only light I ever had in this life , Kill , is gone.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

Martin came forward and lit the lighter for him. Byron took a sip from the cigar and blew it in the air before confirming his answer, "Are you sure you want that? You had hated him just like me and wanted him to die just like me." Martin shut his eyes briefly and thought about his Dad, who was killed by Nelson's men while saving Byron. "You just need to say the right word, Martin." Byron's voice got serious. Martin opened his eyes and looked at Byron with a determined gaze.

That this dank cell will be my tomb, and eventually, someone will find my bones and wonder who I was and why I was forgotten. But one day just after my meal at night,, the door swings open The next thing, Light from torchlight floods into my eyes. I quickly use my hands to cover my eyes, shielding them from the lights. After so much time in the darkness, cramped up like an animal, even dim torches feel like I am looking directly into the sun. My heart pounds with terror - what fresh hell is this? Have they finally decided to finish what Erica started? Have they finally decided that I need to die?

By sunset, I couldn't stay in my room any longer. The silence was making me nervous, so when the maid said I could step out for some air, I went right away. At first, I thought I was seeing people. But then, one man turned, and his eyes glowed with a bright, golden light that didn't seem human. A woman laughed, and when she smiled, I saw her sharp, pointy teeth. It really was so frightening. They weren’t just people.

Pain exploded through me, and I curled up instinctively. They dragged me back to the warehouse. The man spat on the ground in disgust before storming out, leaving me alone with my fading consciousness. After what felt like an eternity, the heavy iron door creaked open, and Elliott Reynolds stepped in, silhouetted against the light. His familiar, nonchalant drawl broke the silence. "Wow, look at you. A few days out of sight and you turn into a total mess."

She took a step back and kept some distance between them. Natelie, pretending not to notice, moved even closer. Wendy did not realize she was standing near a champagne tower. Natelie's eyes flickered before she suddenly gasped and lunged toward Wendy. Wendy stepped back on instinct, and her elbow hit the table. The champagne tower collapsed instantly. The glasses shattered, and golden liquid spilled everywhere. Without thinking, Lucas shielded Natelie. Wendy crashed to the ground. Glass shards pierced her skin. The floor was a mixture of her blood and champagne.

The wind is starting to die down, but they are forming a concentrated ball of darkness in the middle of the compound. Their screaming stops, and they start laughing with menace before speaking in whispers to us all. "Your light. Shadows are external, so you left us no choice. The light must die, and we will rise again in the next generation". The ball turns into a spear and heads straight to Lewana's chest, entering her body and knocking her to the ground. I scramble across the ground to her side and pick her up in my arms. "No. No. Come on, baby, stay with me".

As my soul left my body, I wondered why I could still see what was happening to me. It only hit me when I looked down to see my lifeless body slumped on the table—I was dead. The sound of the door opening caught my attention. I turned to see that a maid had returned. The remnants of whatever hope I harbored disappeared. My brothers hadn't returned. The maid was shocked to see me slumped on the table with the urn and photo beside me. She stopped to assess the situation before slowly approaching me. She reached out a trembling finger and placed it underneath my nose. Then, she paled and shrieked in fear.