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

Some even said this city is cursed, and a city of unification of evil. They are not completely wrong, the crime rates in this city have been quite devastating. Hence why the perfect place to build a detective agency. Rae is not being a hypocrite, she just sees the benefit of this high crime rate city. Theister is always hungry for blood, desperate, and perfect for her to entertain herself. As a detective who loves puzzles, this city is the perfect playground for her. Nevertheless, death is still death. “We’re here,” Inspector Vaan stated.

The tick-tick-tick of the old clock was like a constant reminder of losing the only family she ever knew. The closer she came to the end of things, the more her mind played tricks on her but this heavy pressure in her chest was hard to ignore. It always happened right before she saw the purple testament of death. Her hands began to shake as she reached for the stair rail. Slowly descending the stairs, Mory closed her eyes and took a deep breath while she gathered her courage to find out who the next poor soul would be, or lucky depending how you look at it. As she turned the corner, Mory saw Bose still sitting at the bar bathed in the light purple glow from above. "Oh, shit. Not you."

I finally say to her and she laughs and says, “Are we back to these old games? I am no ones. If I was yours you would have made me yours back then and that ship has sailed.” “Has it now?” I asked her as I could smell her arousal from me holding her in my arms. I move my lips to her ear and say, “Why is your body telling me something different?” And then I nibble on her lobe and run my tongue to her neck where I last marked her as mine and I begin to lick and suck on the area, and she relaxes in my hold and bares her neck to me. My teeth elongate and just when I was going to make her mine again but then the door opens behind me, and I stop when I smell the scent of another immortal.

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

With his voice lowered, he said, "If you have something to say, say it directly. Beating around the bush isn't your style." Daniel replied, "What I mean is, Kristen is already dead. So, whose bone marrow are you planning to use to save your sweetheart this time?"

She didn’t say anything, but I saw her trembling when no one was watching, while the world was eating her up inside. At times, Sophia tried to stay strong, but I could see how broken she was inside. Fear was paralyzing her, but she was trying to relax. Still, I saw her. I saw everything within her. I saw beyond the mask she tried to wear. I wanted to take her far away from the city. I wanted to get away from all this madness. I wanted to escape the city and... Dante. He was a ghost I couldn’t get out of my head. And yet, here we were, in the city. Not moving at all.

"If I don't return by sunrise, continue to the capital. Tell Lord Blackmoor's son what happened." He stepped through the bone archway before she could object further. The darkness within closed around him like liquid night, cutting off all sound and sensation from the world outside. For a moment, he experienced perfect isolation, suspended in void without reference point or direction. Then the bones began to sing. Not with sound as living creatures would understand it, but with resonance that vibrated through whatever remained of his soul. Each named bone in the ossuary's construction contained not just identity but memory, experience, the accumulated weight of lives willingly surrendered to