Glimmer X Bow の小説・ストーリー

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

The glade exploded with light. Not a single flare, not a blinding blast, but a living radiance that unfurled in waves—silver, viridian, and pelagic blue—braiding into a pulsing corona that rose and fell as if it had lungs of its own. The tripartite luminescence synchronized, each swell of brightness echoing a shared heartbeat that was no longer just Selene’s, nor Ronan’s, nor Mirra’s, but a single rhythm born of all three.

Its paws left glowing prints on the grass, fading slowly with every step. “Not bad,” Phineas said, the faintest hint of approval in his voice. “Try another.” I smiled, the thrill coursing through me. “Alright. Let’s see…” The glow flared again, forming delicate limbs and slender antlers—a deer, shimmering and elegant. It moved like liquid moonlight, leaving faint trails that danced in the air long after it passed.

She stumbled back, gasping, chest heaving. “What… what is this?” she whispered, fear and awe intertwined. The glow pulsed stronger, almost sentient, wrapping her arms in warmth and light. The forest seemed to lean closer, leaves brushing against her arms as if urging her onward. A softer rustle broke her concentration. Another wolf emerged from the shadows, smaller than Damon, its fur dark and slick from the rain. Its amber eyes locked with hers, curious and intelligent, almost recognizing something deep within her. The glow on her wrists flared in response, wrapping around the creature like an invisible tether. For a fleeting moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them—the pull magne

She followed her sister by manipulating the earth ang making it hover using her wind magic item. "They're really having fun aren't they?" - Lance "Try to keep up." Beatrice said who's already riding the the back of her flame familiar. A tiger that has it feets ablaze. It began running up in the air leaving Lance. "It's on then." Lance unlocked his grimoire and it floated in front of him. While running, he summoned a lightning familiar that takes the form of a lion. He jumped on top of it and followed Beatrice. "There they go." - Shó

he huffed, and I nodded obviously familiar with the term, “Those that take your hand and see into your future, you know those yeah? I mean the genuine one's not the knock offs" I nodded yet again, I mean who didn't? "Those are glimpsers,” he huffed, “they are able to take glimpses into the past or future. But their gift cannot be compared to that of a witch seer, because they can only see glimpses of one person’s future or past one at a time as compared to a witch seer who can foretell the end of the world if it were coming. Glimpsers are more like counterfeits, their magic is not always reliable" he added before glancing back out on the football field, "neither can they choose what to see,

Not symbolically. Truly. A gentle, warm crimson light shimmered from each petal, growing stronger with every passing second. It looked like starlight filtered through rose quartz, soft and dreamlike. I gasped. “It’s... glowing.” Lucian’s gaze never left my face. “They’re called Moonborne blooms. They glow naturally, but only after the last light of day disappears.” “They’re beautiful.” “So are you,” he said before he could stop himself. He turned away quickly, like the words had slipped out without his permission. I said nothing. Just smiled.

I conclude. I heave and smile in relief. We exchange glances. Rowan and I. We both exchange glaring and love exempted glances. Glances habouring every imagined negative emotions and hatred between ourselves. Glances extremely powerful to kneel any pack member and force deeply hidden truth off their once reluctant and hardened heart. Such glance do we currently share. He sigh deeply. I smile. He certainly gets my narration. His expression proves it all. Their darkness is relentless. He understands every mentioned details within the narration.

I slip on the delicate circlet they had made just for today—Golden Elm leaves wrought into a crown, each one made of a different shade of moonstone. The Great Hall is full when we arrive. Guests from all five allied packs stand shoulder to shoulder. Banners display Moon River’s silvery blue, Ebonlight’s black and crimson, Nightshade’s deep violet, Ravensong’s rich navy, and of course, Golden Elm’s red and gold. I spot Leo instantly. He’s near the front, standing tall beside Marek and Hanna. His eyes find mine and soften with pride. Trumpets sound, and drums beat—a low, steady rhythm that echoes in my chest. We step onto the raised platform built beneath the archway of braided vines and flowe

I want her and I want to be hers. She approaches me and gives me a shy smile that I return with a smirk. “Miss Harris, you look stunning.” I can’t help but compliment her. Her pouty lips turn up into a full smile. “Thank you Mr. Williams but Ally must take the credit. I wouldn't have achieved this by myself.” She gestures towards her entire body and all I want to tell her is how beautiful she is to me every single day but I hold back.