Hades Ouat の小説・ストーリー

-You look like shit,- Hades sketched. The wolf's long red hair was discolored and lacking its natural shine. Like his counterpart, he had dark circles and he looked tired, yet he still did not lose a hint of magnificence and his humor did not disappear. -You're not left behind either,- Layan replied, shaking her head up and down. Nebraska snorted, there they started again. -Well, I'm curious why my name came up between you when you were so disgustingly romantic- -You're dying of jealousy,- Hades challenged him, his mood was now also in good shape.

Tristan slowly close the doors with the golden handles. He released a shaking breathe of relief. He took a step back and walked into Trix, who was petrified by the sight in front of her. "Are they real," she whispered at the jewels of many shapes sizes and colors. Tristan followed her gaze and gulped. "I knew this was a bad idea," he grumbled, turning around to check if the ogres were gone. He leaned closer to the door and peered through the cracks. The ogres were now sitting down, it appears that they were building a fire. No doubt to cook them on.

I stopped fighting it. Hades walked in the door a moment later, dressed in a deep blue three-piece suit. With his dark hair and shadow across his jawline, he was suave in appearance, both beautiful and deadly. “Good evening, Maria.” He greeted her with a partial smile and a hand on her shoulder.

“If you don’t want to lose your tongue. This omega is my mate and the queen of this region.” I blinked in surprise as Byron’s voice rang out, his hand gesturing to Olenna. “I don’t know what age you’re living in, but here, omega’s do important work.” She nodded slightly at him in acknowledgment. “An omega?” The guest said, contempt ringing in his voice. “I couldn’t tell.” “Perhaps you need to get your eyes checked.” Olenna said coolly. “We have excellent doctors here.” “How dare—“ “That’s enough.” Draven said Abd the hall immediately quietened. His gaze narrowed on the guest and those behind him. “Don’t forget whose council you’re currently standing in. This isn’t Europe.”

“Then make it mine. Or you’ll burn alone.” Nicole didn’t answer. She tied the last knot in her leathers and walked past him into the corridor, where the pack was already waiting, restless, split into factions. Eyes followed her, some shining with devotion, others with barely veiled hate. The scent of fear was thick enough to choke on. Above them, the blood moon bled into the horizon. The war had come. The Battle

It had felt like a memory, a room I had been in a long time ago, even though I had never stepped foot in the Spire before. "Maya? Are you okay?" Leo asked, touching my arm gently. "I'm fine," I lied, pushing the strange feeling down. "We need to keep moving. Vane is waiting for us." We navigated through the quiet, carpeted hallways of the upper administration level. Glass windows showed panoramic views of Oakhaven below. From this height, the city looked like a glowing map under attack. Plumes of black smoke rose from multiple sectors, and the artificial blue sky grid was flickering wildly, revealing patches of the real, dark morning sky above.

“No. If they wish to return to you, then I will not stop them, however, I will not tell them to go with you either. Now, leave my land.” Hades turns to head back to his pack and leaves the other wolves behind. I watch them and I can tell this will not be good, as I’ve seen it before. I am proved right, when the male at the head of the group, lunges forward and shifts mid stride, to attack Hades from behind. His buddies follow him a few seconds later, and as the first reaches Hades, I see him turn and grab the first wolf by the throat, stopping him in his tracks and lifting him off the ground. **

Seed Of Hatred Episode 31 Charlotte hissed and went to her room. She brushed her teeth and took her bath. She dried her body with a towel and applied a body cream. She wore a white gown. It was above her knee. It was a fitted gown but the hands were long and big. She wore black heels and sat in front of the mirror. She combed her hair and let if fall. She grabbed her black purse and left the room.

I rattled the handle anyway, growling when it didn't budge. "Let me out, you oversized racoon!" Nothing. I kicked the door. Then immediately hopped on one foot because, “Ow!That hurt!” Yup, that was how my ‘powers' worked.Never showed up when I needed them. Nope! Stupid Hades! Stupid solid door! Stupid— The lock clicked. I straightened instantly, smoothing down the shirt. The door swung open. Hades stood there, keys dangling from his finger, that insufferable smirk still plastered across his face. He'd changed too—dark jeans, a grey henley with the sleeves pushed up, exposing those forearms that looked like they'd been carved by someone with a very specific aesthetic.

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo