Evil Mage の小説・ストーリー

As he spoke, the Mirage Dragon looked at Darryl up and down and continued, "You human, you are young but not weak. Today you can sacrifice yourself and let me make you into my snack." As soon as he finished speaking, his huge body's movement set off a hurricane, heading straight for Darryl. Darryl was shocked and angry. This thing was really evil. They did not even know each other but they wanted to eat Darryl as soon as they met. "I heard that you are one of the Four Evil Beast. I'd like to see how capable you are," Darryl stood still and said coldly.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

Her shoulders relax, and she gives me a grateful look. “Thank you. My name is Emlda. I am the Goddess of faes and magic, so I am also the Goddess of witches and warlocks.” People swallow when she says that. Milan and Ashless hurriedly stand to bow, but Emlda waves her hands. “That will not be necessary.” She says, looking at Ivy insead and sighing. Ivy in turn crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “Goddess Emelda..” “Please, just Emelda. We are all family.” She answers with a small smile, tearing her eyes from her angry daughter. Ivy’s aura is building to something suffocating and dangerous. I sigh.

Cold seeps through my fingers, as I take a step back. What the fuck?! 'Hello, you pretty thing,' the teeth says, 'Scared are we?' At the mention of the word, I bristle, baring my fangs in reply. I'm many things, but I like to be in control as much as possible. 'Who. Are. You'. 'I think we both know the answer to that question, Keilen,' it says. The annis. I still can't believe it, the creature from the stories, the dark witches of the elven race, darker than even the mages. Their guild was one of the major factors of the fall of Citadell….or so Argell said.

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

A heavy, tattered cloak of crimson velvet billowed behind him, untouched by the snow. As he stepped closer to the fortress, the pitch-fires burning along the walls illuminated his face. It was a face of aristocratic, brutal perfection, pale as moonlight, framed by long, stark-white hair. But his eyes were what froze the blood in my veins. They were not toxic green. They were a deep, endless, abyssal black, swirling with a galaxy of dark, necrotic magic. King Valerius. The True King. The ghost in the ice.

Another magickal menace to stir up the people's fear? Brand forced himself to look away from the crowd and search out his mate. While her dress was ripped and her face covered in mud, her grey eyes stormed in defiance. His warrior princess had not given in to despair. Their eyes locked and suddenly, he heard her voice in his head. I will fight until my last breath, min vakre ulv. If we must travel to Valhalla together, then so be it.

A voice fit for a villain. Alexis searched for where the voice came from, her eyes landed on a man, not quite human and not quite a magical creature. His face was full varicose veins, his eye colour was indistinguishable under a strong sheen of green that covered it. His long hair thrown over his shoulder in one giant dread lock, clearly not intentional and he sat atop a boulder as if it were his throne. ‘What the hell is he?’ She thought, Hector soon answered. “You’re a stray”, Hector said, Alexis suddenly recalled the first time she met Emilia and realised that the hideous man in the rock was once an elf.

The war room was quiet—so quiet that the whisper of magic from the crystal orb sounded deafening. Serena’s fingers clenched around the edge of the stone table as Elias’s face flickered again in the vision. His cheek was smeared with dried blood, his lip cut, but his eyes were focused. Unyielding. “She’s calling herself Velda,” Elias said. “The Bloodbound. She commands the rogue packs like they’re puppets. Mind-bound. Enslaved.”