Guest 666 X Noob Forsaken の小説・ストーリー

He had locked the key from his side and firmly closed the door on all of us. No amount of searching helped when Lucian explicitly didn’t want to be found. I lift my head to the sky and let out a loud, mourning howl, the sound racking its way through the woods so violently that my entire frame trembled. I howled and howled, eliciting hundreds of echoing responses across the distance as the pack wolves responded to their Luna. But not Lucian. No response came back from the link that belonged to my beautiful pup. My howling slowly died down, and I shifted back to my human form. The tears were still there, running completely uncontrolled down my cheeks as my mind forcefully plunged me through en

Harbin cuts in, once more coming to Serenia’s rescue. “I’m sorry, but can I say something…” Serenia asks quietly with the raise of her hand. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’m not whatever you’re claiming me to be, I’m a member from the Raseri Tribe brought here by Kai and Beta Niklas themselves. I’m not a stray, I’m a guest.” “A guest occupying the room of the future High Alpha! Do you have any idea what kind of mess you’ve caused?” Aurora continues to scream.

Abbadon turned her back and entered the portal, followed by Ezekiel. Abbadon was thrilled to see her armies were spilling out of the portals she had opened in the sixth realm. They ranged from the undead in the Underworld to the hideous monsters of damnation. The sickening smell of spoiled cadavers and dried blood polluted the air of the sixth realm while the desolated desert became a temporary habitat for her armies. The scorching sun of the late morning was nothing contrasted with the burning fire in hellfire. To her, this was one more day in heaven—her heaven. Abbadon sat on the throne seat arranged by her Knights of Death as she watched Ezekiel and his dependable adherents assemble every

“The key to understanding the mark is finding the temple that Elixir saw. If it truly exists here, it’s hidden deep within the cursed land of the Forsaken.” The Forsaken Lands—the name alone sent shocks down my spine. It was a place of nightmares, where even the greatest warriors would not dare to go. The gods had abandoned this place, leaving it haunted by the spirits of those who had lost their way. Those who entered never returned. I gulped hard, my fingers grazing the rune again. It felt heavy, like it was trying to draw me in, urging me toward something unknown and terrifying. “I have to go,” I whispered, the weight of the realization settling heavily in my chest. “If I don’t, this mark

Piero assassin of SORJON” Power_ILLUSION” Satano was given a command to kill the daughter of a sinner. Since then, I have been closely observing Lyca, utilizing my power of illusion to disguise myself as a student in order to follow her at school. My intention is to find the perfect opportunity to end her life. Recently, I witnessed her collapse after being possessed by NEXKOX, with their souls separating and leaving the sinner's body lifeless. The grandson of ZORNZON and a young vampire came to her aid, gently laying her on the ground. Seizing the moment, I immediately created an illusion of the sinner's grandfather, Xandros, and an elder LYRCAN. This allowed me to approach her and carry ou

he commanded, his voice steady but filled with restrained fury. The creature laughed, a sound like splintering ice. “I have many names, but you may call me what your ancestors did.” It tilted its head, empty sockets where eyes should have been. “The Forsaken.” I sucked in a breath. The legends spoke of them—servants of The Devourer, creatures of shadow that fed on power and fear. And we had set them free. Lucien’s hands balled into fists. “Why are you here?” The Forsaken lifted a clawed hand, motioning toward me. “Because of her.”

And the Forsaken Knelt. The shadows stilled. The whispers faded. And when Lyla lifted her gaze The door was open. But she was the one standing on the other side. And for the first time in history The Forsaken had an Alpha. And her name was Lyla Blackwood.

I hadn't even gotten to call them Dad and Mom yet. I did see my foster parents again, however, when I was sixteen and I was tasked with killing my first targets. They were my first.

The light warped, twisted, and then collapsed inward like a dying star. “KAYA!” I lunged forward. Too late. The portal imploded into nothing but drifting sparks of gold that vanished into the wind. Silence fell over the clearing. For one heartbeat, then all hell broke loose. “What did you do?!” Shaun roared. Thalia swore loudly, pacing in frantic circles. “No, no, no, no, tell me that didn’t just happen!”

“Thank you, Bastian.” Bastian smiled, welcoming. “You did the unexpected, and I supposed to repay the favor,” Bastian poured out. “And even if you never help me, generosity goes a long way. You are a human, a competent man like me,” “As a fellow man, I choose to help you. That's the bro code 001.” Bastian let out, and they smiled at each other for a few seconds. “Let me be quick and get this shit out of the way quickly. Wanna clean the mess so your mind will be relieved?”