Hallowed Fantasy の小説・ストーリー

One fueled by the purest form of hatred. “STOP!”

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

There were many rumours about her but none of them came out as a truth when the time passed and the mystery unfolded itself. Zackarya Hall, the most feared alpha, was determined to conquer the Fated Kingdom as he knew no one was guarding that after the King's demise. He was ready to own everything in the kingdom and in the castle but little did he know there was a life breathing inside the castle to make him obsessed with it. ~ This story contains: ➝Explicit scenes ➝Alcohol consumption ➝Sexual/erotic/mature scenes ➝Mild violence From The Author: • This is a Royal fantasy romance. Read it according to your taste.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

“You shouldn’t, I should. I left home to be on the lookout for Danshak’s safety and that is exactly what I am going to do.” “Ugh!” Zorraya groaned as Erin began to run off toward the thick of the battle where their mates were fighting demonic creatures that were even more dangerous than anyone could fathom. “Wait!” She called out to Erin, running after her. ******** Even as the beasts dropped dead around him, Danshak could not shake the feeling that something was strangely wrong. The werewolves outnumbered Nikjin’s night creatures and they were fueled by rage and revenge, but it seemed a little too odd that as the beasts were dropping dead, more of their kind weren’t showing up to replace th

“How do you know that?” “I don’t know,” Rowan murmured. “I just do.” “She’s dreaming of us here,” Elara added. “But her dream is tangled with something else. Something dark.” As if summoned by her words, a sudden wind ripped through the clearing, tearing leaves into spirals. The white ash tree groaned, its branches twitching. Then movement. From behind the roots emerged figures. Not human. Not entirely. The Hollowed. But these were different from the ones they had battled before. These were older, their forms wreathed in smoke and fragments of shattered bone. Eyes of burning blue pierced through the fog. One of them stepped forward, its jaw split wide open like a cracked mask.

Instead, it folds itself into a corner near the fire, curling up like an animal seeking warmth, as if it is as weary as any of us. The hours crawl. Some try to sleep, but most sit up, tense, clutching talismans or one another’s hands. Mara prowls the edges of the hall, her gaze fixed on the revenant. I sit with Ffion, our shoulders touching, our magics twining and trembling. We ask our questions—careful, cautious, afraid of what the answers might cost. “What is the Hollowing?” Bram asks, voice barely above a whisper. The revenant’s eyes burn in the dark. “It is what comes when too many bargains go unpaid. When pain and hunger are ignored, when stories are broken, when communities shatter. I

Ellyn muttered as flipping faces of the book to see all information written in it as reading out aloud, “Holy hallows are two magical elements created by the goddess of the moon to protect Entalia. Magical protection fence is activated by the powers of these two hallows which restrict any other species entrance and use of extreme powers in our realm. According to legends, these hallows are extremely powerful that nobody can found out their true powers since….” Before she read any further dad closed the book as straighten and said. “We have to protect hallows from getting in their hands at any cost.” “That means you know where they are?” I started as me and Ellyn staring at dad, he nodded. Wo

Hallowmere was not a place; it was a memory rotting in real time, so the lycans teleported her there. The city welcomed them with a hush that felt alive, pressing against their skin like damp gauze soaked in old blood. Shattered stained glass littered the gutters like the remnants of a forgotten cathedral, while skeletal buildings loomed on either side of the street, leaning inward as though eager to hear secrets never meant to be spoken aloud. No birds flew overhead. Even the wind dared not howl.

Hadeon gripped his crimson and gold sword and with raging eyes slash a monster in half like a melted piece of butter. Hally, who is standing beside him, waved her staff, while forming a magic circuit. Before being the manager of the Deck Orders Guild's Human Resources, she was the rank 6th Challenger— the Goddess of Miracles, Harrella Washington. Despite her small built, young-looking face and distinct braided twin-tails. She is an unmovable force that single-handedly supported a hundred Challengers with her high-tier magic buff enchantments simultaneously. In a snap, multi-layered enchantments appeared below the offensive and defensive team boosting their firepower and defenses ten-fold.