Immortal Instruments City Of Bones の小説・ストーリー

Yohan asked. “We’re sure enough that not many people know her by her face, that’s her biggest asset and advantage. So people don’t really know that she died… if she died.” Theo pointed out. “She was already dead for a few minutes, it’s damn near impossible they could have revived her. Was it a bad idea I sent her corpse back?” “If she did, do you think she’s trying to get back at us for doing what we did?” Oswald asked, needing a few more drinks to loosen up.

, because on her arm was the injury scar from the pit bull attack and on her waist the scar of the tiger scratch… THE GIRL WITH FIRE BONES…

Caspian took a step forward and slashed at the General of Bones with his sword. At this instant, the heavens and the earth fell into silence. Bang! When the silence was over, there were countless roaring and surging! Roar! The General of Bones was injured, and many of his bones had been smashed by Caspian, but he didn't break into pieces because of it. All of this was because the tomb of bones that could be used as the foundation of the Divine Bone Dock naturally contained an extremely large amount of Immortal Energy. Even though many years had passed and many of them had been consumed, there were still quite a few of them.

Part 2: Dani's Demons Forever is a really long time to be bored out of your skull. To be immortal and faced with nothing to do isn't a good combination. It's not mentally healthy for the immortal, and it's not physically healthy for the humans around us. My two best friends had both deserted me - Jess was away in New York on business, and Ariana was totally caught up with her new werewolf lover. On top of that, the bookstore I occasionally worked at just for something to do was closed for renovations. So here I was, a vampire with absolutely no idea what to do next. You could say I was trouble waiting to happen.

He pulls up my most recent playlist, scrolling through it slowly as I hold my breath. “Hmm,” Cal muses as his eyes scan the song titles. “You’re right, I pegged you all wrong, emo girl.” He tosses me a side-eyed smirk and my heart stutters in my chest. I open my mouth to respond, but before I can, Miles speaks up. “So, you’re from Riverton?” he asks, pulling my attention away from Callum as he continues to scroll through my playlist.

“Not just patch the cracks. Not just survive. We need to rise.” Maria looked at her. “Rise from what?” Celeste’s eyes were steady. “From fire. From fracture. From everything we’ve lost.” Maria closed her journal. “Then we need a pact.” Celeste tilted her head. “A pact?” Maria nodded. “Something that binds us. Something that reminds us why we began.” They called it The Phoenix Pact.

I jab my elbow into his arm, and he twists his lips and looks away. "Hey," I say, "do you know about Hawthorn? About what it is?" Damon's face lights up. "I went there. That's ... Oh, no. You said you were looking for the coin to help ... You ..." He looks stricken. "What happened to Hawthorn?" "Silver Hunters happened." Alec folds his arms. Damon looks like he's about to collapse. "Oh my God." "They took over the school," I explain. "Killed a lot of people. We think there are survivors still, though. If we can get the coin, then we can help them."

With Ghost Shadow dead, she saw this as an opportunity to claim the treasure all for herself. Sebastian's expression darkened. "Die without a trace? You can try." Madam Bones was taken aback, but her eyes glinted with a dangerous look. "Ignorant fool!" She lifted the eerie bone flute and began to play once more. However, this time, Sebastian acted swiftly as he launched a palm strike toward her. Madam Bones was startled and tried to evade, but she was too slow. With a loud thud, the strike hit her chest.

I frowned, he always had his phone on him and with how many times he had called me…—why had it gone to voicemail? “Rhayden? We have a problem. I killed a rogue. But, there’s something else. He looks like Vince and Norman.” I hung up and turned back to the man, walking over and pulled the dagger from his chin with a sickening squelch. Wiping the knife on the back of my pants, I closed it, shoving it back into my pocket and turned to the alley. I had to get out of here. In six hours, the vampire would be toast—not a trace of him left, and the girl… she’d be another unsolved murder in the streets of Miami.

The candles flickered, casting shadows that reached like arms. Outside, the fog had returned. It crept under the cracks in the Bone House walls, quiet and slow. Underneath their boots, the floorboards trembled. Just once. A heartbeat in the bones. And they all knew: the dreams were only the beginning. Something old had noticed them. And it had started to listen.