Holly Short Artemis Fowl の小説・ストーリー

“I am really sorry Holly. I know how much she meant to you.” Holly feels empty from the day and the realization that Nolan will never offer her more comfort than some words anymore feels like a knife through her heart. So she just nods and walks away because she can’t hold back the tears in her eyes any longer. She collects some ash and flies to one of the highest mountain tops. It is cold and stormy, but Holly doesn’t care. She stands at the edge takes a deep breath and throws the ash of Magister Ember in the air. She takes a deep breath agiain and says, “I hope you will find your way to the gods, no one would be more worthy.”

Luna Mira sat at the head of the room, calm as always, though there was an unmistakable sharpness in her gaze. “I can’t believe it,” Amara said, practically giddy. “After all this time, that pathetic little rat is finally gone.” Selene smirked. “I would have paid to see it happen. Do you think the wolves tore her apart limb by limb?” I laughed lightly, swirling the wine in my glass. “It doesn’t matter how they did it. What matters is that it’s over.” Amara leaned forward, eyes glinting. “Tell us exactly what happened. I want to hear every detail.”

He fed me. "Well, well, well." The voice was cool, amused, and dripped with utter hate. Eltonia’s eyes snapped open. Holly was standing in the shadows of an alcove, her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a riding habit of deep green chiffon, looking every inch the noble lady. And she was smiling. But it wasn't a nice smile. "I wondered why he was refusing the Specialist," Holly drawled, walking forward. "I thought maybe he was just being stubborn. But it's much simpler than that, isn't it?"

Before anyone can say anything else, there's a noise beyond the bookcase — a deliberate clearing of a throat. We all freeze. Slowly, a figure comes out from among the stacks. Blond hair. Perfect makeup, all pink designer clothes. Kill me right now. It's Holly. My stomach drops to my shoes. "I can help," she says.

Holly said also agreeing with Kerry. She had shoulder-length blond hair that was pulled back by a headband, keeping it out of her eyes so she could fight. Her body was toned with a good amount of muscle on it. She wore a black leather armoured sports bra type thing, exposing most of her toned upper body. Xolvioned guessed it was to help improve her agility. She also had a pair of long baggie pants on that were wrapped into her monk style boots. "Alright, you two I know," Vlad said in defence as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Artemis, her name was Artemis. She also said that the ritual the men were doing, they did it wrong, causing the spirit of a banshee to manifest itself in me." "That would explain the scream," Kane said. "And who told you I could help you?" "The voices, I can hear and see dead people. They all told me I could trust you." "You are safe here, Holly. We won't let anything happen to you ever again. Especially not Gunther. He is your mate." "Yes, he was explaining that to me." "Ok, we are more like a family in this pack," Kane told her. Holly laughed, "to think that 3 years ago I was in college and now I'm being told that a world like this exists."

I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her words started to jumble. "I'm...waiting for someone." Her reaction only fueled my curiosity, and I could not help but pry, asking, "Who are you waiting for? Does he know how you feel?" Before she could spill the beans, her high heels betrayed her, and she nearly took a tumble. Quick as a flash, I caught her by the shoulders, a gentleman's save. However, then, out of nowhere, Holly came barreling in, shoving Sienna aside.

“But the enemy won’t wait for us to feel ready. You must be ready.” Her words burned through me, sharp and urgent. I knew she was right. But the thought of facing what was coming, of stepping into my own power fully… it both thrilled and terrified me. Meanwhile, miles away, in Winter Hollow, Ronan’s fingers traced the edges of the scroll as though its words might speak louder if touched carefully enough. THE RETURNED WOLFE… AMIRA. The name alone seemed to thrum in the air, pulling at something deep inside him. His pulse quickened, heart thundering against ribs he hadn’t realized were already tight with anticipation.

Ikaros's words from last night kept echoing in my head. About wolfing out outdoors and the existence of his pack. ***** Ikaros's POV Last night, the woman broke her promise and wolfed out outdoors again. She leaped out of her room window in wolf form, landed smoothly on a birch tree branch in front of the apartment, and then descended to run out to the parking lot. Quickly, I wolfed out and chased after her. The full moon was directly above us, casting everything in a silvery glow, including the girl's fur.

she said softly. Aether smiled. "You may rise." Arasne straightened. "What brings you to Earth?" Chaos just smiled. "Family business." Arasne turned to Hollyn. Hollyn shrugged. "I might have kinda killed one of their kids who was being an asshole. Now I get to battle Merlin. Nothing too important." I smothered my cough. Only Stretch could downplay the importance of this whole day into three throwaway sentences. My girl was gold.