Easton Black Magic Catchers Gear の小説・ストーリー

The door closed behind him and made a beeping sound, showing it had locked automatically. I let out a sigh as I stared at the different package on the center table. I was yet to open any of them. I picked up the one Easton had given me for Alfred and opened it first. A small smile plastered on my face when I saw the little spider man outfit in the box. It even had a small tech device that I assumed was supposed to shoot out fake webs like the spider man in the movie. “Alfred would love this.” I muttered to myself before packing it back. I picked up the one he had given me and opened it. It was a small black book with a note on top.

“I haven’t even figured out how to sleep in a normal bed with two grown men nearby.” “We’re excellent cuddlers,” Kael offered. “Award winning,” Riven added. I groaned and covered my face. “Goddess help me.” "You’re going to love this," Lunaryn purred. And the worst part? I already did. The closet was a fucking dream. I was still pacing through it slowly, fingers drifting over rich velvets and embroidered silks, when I saw it, an outfit I didn't even remember ever owning. Black leather. Silver clasps. Moon sigils. Reinforced stitching in the elbows, knees, and chest. Battle gear, but beautiful. Feminine. Form fitting in all the best ways.

But something was different about them – their weapons. Strapped to Lam’s waist was a sword sheathed within an elegant coat of leather. The sword head was adorned with lovely jewels, and an insignia of a dragon was engraved into the sheath. Mane had two large swords strapped to his back. Unlike Lam’s elegant sheath, the sheaths that held Mane’s weapons were pitch black. Rather it was the sword hilts that had an engraving on them – the dragon insignia. These weapons were gifts both teenagers had received from The Citadel. Black Hand wasn’t dressed to fight. He wore a simple buttoned down shirt and a pair of tight trousers. He walked next to the team without any visible scars and a dull expres

She wouldn't stand a chance, even with reinforcements. The buildings of Sol got more clumped up near the border. Blocky stone buildings with stalls littered the area, making it almost difficult to see the border. Peter grabbed a rolled up black cloth from the supply cart. He made sure he couldn't be seen, and slowly handed every member of the team a piece of gear. Lao and Yvere recieved black gauntlets that had removable fingers. Sabu recieved an assortment of knives and shuriken. Elijah was given a small grey orb. Finally, Peter had his sword.

“We had a report two weeks ago, but we haven’t dared to draw any conclusions. There are many signs of shadow magic and moon energy refraction on the eastern edge of the Gravepine pack. The ground is blackened. The air smells of metal, like dried blood.” Thalen added, “We also detected the movement of black-robed warriors in an unusual formation. Too neat for a regular patrol. We think they’re protecting something.” I clasped my hands in my lap, trying to calm myself from the sudden surge of adrenaline. “Continue your observations. And be careful. Whatever you find, report it directly to me.” *** That afternoon, the sky turned golden orange. The sunlight filtered through the clouds and fell o

She nodded, and we got out of the room into the quiet hallway. “What is it, Alice?” “Sabrina, I want you to find something in the Western Land.” I said. “Sure. And that is?” she asked. “A powerful weapon that hid in the dungeon of Dalham Village.” I said and her eyes sparkled. “A weapon?” I nodded and said, “Yes. It’s a black staff with a purple stone at the top and a black dragon design circling at the body of the staff.” “It’s like a dangerous weapon, Alice.” she said seriously.

Bella said proudly. “And I did the knife work,” Kael added, brushing a thumb over the carved moon. “To remind you—you’re never alone out there. The pack always watches.” Next came Phoenix and Lucian, carrying a large black box between them. Alex raised a brow. “What’s this?” “Open it,” Phoenix grinned. Inside was a full sparring set made of reinforced lightweight armor: chest guard, arm guards, and shin guards all personalized with Alex’s name and colors—dark grey and royal blue.

And then I step back and leave the shower, smiling to myself as I sense his eyes on me, watching me walk away. I use my magic to reach into the ether of Tartarus and pull out some clothing I previously stashed in there in cases of emergency; luckily for Samael, I keep two of everything, though I wouldn't mind if he had to walk around naked. I look at the garments in my hand. I have a pair of dark blue jeans, a navy blue shirt, grey sweats, and a black muscle tee. I opt to wear the sweatpants knowing that if Samael wore them, I wouldn't be able to concentrate; something about gray-colored sweatpants. I slip on the muscle t-shirt quickly before making my way to the kitchen to see if there's an

Amora stepped closer, her emerald eyes locking onto the item. It was a small, cylindrical device about the size of a travel flask, made from a strange, matte-black metal that didn't reflect the moonlight. Three small, glowing purple runes were carved into its side, humming with a faint, high-pitched mechanical vibration that was completely silent to human ears, but vibrated uncomfortably against a shifter's eardrums. Susan held it up by a small wire handle, her face pale as she looked up at her brother. Amora stared at the humming black cylinder, the realization hitting her like a wave of ice water. The Dark Moon Pack hadn't broken through the Wayne defenses with brute force. They had plante