Hantu Mary の小説・ストーリー

I asked. Mary’s eyes filled with tears. “It will take you,” she whispered. My heart stopped. “What?” I whispered. She nodded slowly. “It will take your memories,” she said. “Your identity. Your name.” My breath caught. “Then I’ll be like you?” I whispered. Mary shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “You’ll be worse.” My hands shook. I looked at her. “Why?” I demanded. Mary’s voice was quiet. “Because you’ll be the spine’s voice,” she said. “The one it uses to control everything.”

I watched the little girl play, her laughter echoing in the cool afternoon air, and I felt a deep connection to the mysterious forces awakening within me. I decided to seek out Mary, one of the oldest and wisest werewolves in our pack, hoping she could help me understand the strange powers I had been experiencing. Mary lived in a small village on the outskirts, so I rode my horse over to her humble home. When I arrived, she greeted me warmly despite her advanced age—nearly a hundred years old—yet her eyes were still bright and her bones strong, a true sign of remarkable health.

Is this why Mary hated all supernaturals? Suddenly my senses were overwhelmed with the strong scent of death, Mary’s scent was intertwined with it. How did she manage out of the entire forest to stumble into a Ghoul’s hunting ground. Ghouls were rare and few. Vampire’s hated losing to the beast within them, we lived the longest out of all the supernatural creatures, with the Fae coming in a close second and couldn’t imagine being stuck in a state where our beast was in control of our every action. Vampires are born with their beast, from the minute our eyes open were taught how to control the monsters inside of us. We were taught to always quench are blood lust and to never let our beasts ta

There was no trace of a wolf's scent on any of the victims. A knock on the door broke me from my thoughts. "Come in." The door opened and Mary came in. She was wearing a beige bodycon dress made for a teenager and gold shoes and accessories. Her dark brown hair was up in a messy bun and she had tons of make-up on her face. Although she has had a nip and tuck in certain places, nothing could hide the fact that she was old. Using dark magic had a way of sucking your life essence. Although she was only in her late thirties, she had wrinkles and her hair had lost its luster.

Mary huffed angrily. Damon tilted his head slightly,” not just wolves you know.” “What? Why do you mean not just wolves? What else is there?” Mary looked at Damon as though he was truly insane. “Well vampires, witches, warlocks and elves… mind you most of them are almost extinct except for those damn vampires… those ones just multiply quicker than we can exterminate them.” Mary laughed and laughed. “Oh and my fairy-godmother is going to swoop in and turn me into a princess to right?” She shook her head… ‘he really must be crazy” she thought.

He said trying to restrain his tears. Kyara broke to a sob and hugged her brother. "There is no way I am going to lose you Richard. This is my promise to you. We are soon going to arrange funds for your treatment. Kyara assured him but she has no idea how she was going to fulfill her promise to her little sibling. Mary was Kyara's college mate and close friend. Kyara shared everything about her problem to her. The next day when Mary came to college and saw Kyara her face brightened. She took Kyara to the library and showed her the advertisement on the previous day's daily.

I know my capabilities and yet, someone died. I gently let go of Quinn’s body and let my body shiver. With my hands now covering my face, I let out a silent cry for a friend who never left my side until the end. “Did you see the one who did this?” I asked Rendall as I am looking around the forest. “I saw it ran,” Rendall slowly replied. “Where?” “Domlur.” I move my gaze to the path going to Domlur. I suddenly felt the urge to slash everything on my way, my eyes never felt clearer and my hatred for these werewolves becomes greater.

I sit down on the couch beside her and wait for her to start. “You know how you told me about the nightmares you were having and that they started about a year ago.” “Yeah.” I say wondering where she’s going with this conversation. “Well I was looking it up on the Internet about three days ago and I found a peculiar website that had strange information on it. It was called Ma vista. I don’t know what that means but I think you are one of the three that live in the world at one time.” She looks over at me to see if I am comprehending what she’s saying, “They were created to stop monsters from destroying the human race, the website said that it started 4 thousand years ago when a wizard realis

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

Those who don’t have immortality crave it and those who do have it, resent it. “Sophia! Get ready! You will be late!” A lady screamed, her voice reverberating through every wall in the house. “Arrrghhh! I can’t get any fucking reading done!” Sophia cussed under her breath. Sophia was an aspiring brunette writer in her late teens about to start college. She was a fit lady with shoulder-length hair, she had glasses on with an open book right in front of her. Her room was like the room of any teenager her age, except she had posters of famous gore movies and comics plastered across every corner on her walls, unlike the average teenagers that were all about boys.