Empire Of The Summer Moon Audiobook Youtube の小説・ストーリー

The image won’t leave. “Madame, we have arrived,” the driver said in a soft French accent, stepping out of the vehicle. I swallowed hard as my eyes lifted. The Palais D’Or ballroom glowed under night skylines, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk. Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I am glad his son, Zavier, isn’t here tonight, which makes killing Caspian Ventura easier than I planned. “Are you ready?” Kael’s voice came through my earpiece.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

As soon as my vision cleared, I found myself in a room that neither belonged to me nor my parents. Where was I? Am I dead? Is this what heaven looks like or am I in hell? But I don't think watching K-pop concerts online illegally is a sin. My gibberish thoughts were interrupted by the door as it cracked open revealing an old lady. Lady Ember. I know her and even everybody in our pack does.

She was about to bloom under the moonlight and embrace her role in the ancient battle that loomed on the horizon. Her fingers clenched tightly around the tattered journal that held the key to her heritage. Its worn pages were a portal to a world of moonlit rituals and whispered legends, a realm where the Moonrise werewolf clan had embraced their dual nature under the watchful eye of the moon. Emma delved into the journal's contents, hungrily absorbing the stories and knowledge inscribed within its faded lines. With each word she consumed, a surge of excitement coursed through her veins, beckoning her to unlock the hidden secrets it held.

It sounds like scenes from a war zone, and I follow the sound with growing worry. Sinclair is sitting on the couch with his laptop on the table before him, his attention focused entirely on the screen. I follow his gaze and see a very grainy video playing, of the Royal Army pouring through the streets of Moon Valley, forcing people out of their homes for interrogations and tests of allegiance to the former Prince… now Emperor. It doesn’t look like high quality news footage, and I slowly understand that this video has been taken in secret. “What’s going on?” I murmur, rubbing my eyes.

“But you don't understand. These readings suggest Aria's transformation isn't just affecting her. It's affecting the entire supernatural frequency spectrum!” Before I could tell him to speak English, Elara appeared behind him with an armful of ancient-looking books. “We need to decode the Moon Goddess's message,” she announced, dropping the books onto my bed. Some of them looked older than all of us combined. “This isn't just about Aria anymore. The entire supernatural world is shifting.” “About that,” I interrupted, remembering the most crucial part. “There's one more trial.” The room went quiet again. Even Victor's devices seemed to beep softer.

A stirring of something ancient and primal. The full moon was rising, and I could feel its power calling to me. I was a werewolf, and I had done something. Something terrible. But what? As the moon rose higher in the sky, I felt my body begin to change. My senses grew sharper, my muscles stronger. And then, everything went black again. When I came to, I was standing in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything.

Shadowcrest hurried past, his tall figure a blur of dark clothing against the white landscape. Within moments, the sounds of chaos erupted from inside the territory house. Objects crashed against walls, voices rose in argument. Even through the closed windows and falling snow, fragments of heated conversation reached me. "...completely unacceptable behavior..." "...Audrey Winter..." "...Arthur Moonstone has already..." "...pack forum exposures!" Mr. Shadowcrest's angry howl cut through the muffled sounds with perfect clarity. "She's willful and spoiled. Must you join her foolishness? Letting her continue kneeling in the snow, if other packs find out..."