In Tyr's Footsteps の小説・ストーリー

Together, we would carve out our own destiny, one that surpassed the boundaries of duty and sparked a flame that would burn brightly for eternity. As we embarked on this journey, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Our love would be tested, our loyalties challenged, but I still wouldn't mind. And I, Gracie, embraced the uncertainty of our path, knowing that love and determination would guide us through the darkest of times. And the chambers that had once held pain and turmoil now became a symbol of hope and resilience. ~~~~~~

With every step, I had the desire to turn around and run. Run, run, run. I didn't need to talk to him. I didn't need to see him. Run, run, run. Only a few more steps left. I was soaked to my bones. The rain had picked up. Run, run, RUN. I stood in front of the door. I stood in front of the door. The glass on it reflected my heavy expression. I looked tired. I was tired. The bags underneath my eyes - had they always been there?

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“Okay.” Tyr stretched his back after he had finished his meal. Because his joints hadn’t been used in a long time, they made cracking sounds. He walked out of Tanya's house after saying his goodbyes. After that, he went to Silas’ courtyard. Last night, there was a significant amount of snowfall. The ground was covered in a thick layer of snow by morning. His boots crunched on the snow as he walked. Tyr came all the way to the yard where Silas lived, leaving a row of deep footprints behind him

She explains. I close my eyes and let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. I can feel Dray relaxing as well. I hear Travian yelling at someone. When I look over, I see a few of those creatures are dead, but a few are just unconscious. Good, now we have a few of them to learn from. I wonder if they are capable of talking or not. Dad walks over and tells us to head to the hospital and see how the girls are. I can tell he is just as worried about Ty as we are. She has become a second daughter to him and my mom; they love her. We all start walking to the hospital since it is only two blocks from where we are. Dray and I don’t need to be shown where Ty is; we can feel our bond p

"Go. Now." And we began to run down this little path. The road trembled under our feet. The rocks fell off the cliff and into the forest that was far down. The noise that followed us increased. Faster. Inhuman. Tyra yelled, Echo on the ridge! I didn't turn around. I did not have to. Her presence was like a shadow that was crawling over my skin. She was not running to get oxygen nor to survive. She was running with the most perfect precision. Faster. Stronger.

Marcus and Rena behind him, hurting and moving anyway. Steady. That was enough for now. The night swallowed them. The road stretched ahead, long and uncertain. Every step pulled Troy further from the inn and closer to whatever waited at the vampire court. The cold in his hands had spread to his wrists, his forearms, his chest. It felt like ice forming around his heart. But he kept walking. Tyra was out there. Taken. And he would not stop until he reached her. Aldrian set a pace that balanced speed and endurance. Marcus and Rena matched it without complaint. No one spoke. Words were not needed. The only sound was their boots on the dirt and the distant wind moving through the scrub.

Her words cut deep. I finally manage to release a painful deep breath and when I do, I walk pass her and Brenda without a word. “Come back here!” Mum calls for me but my steps continue forward and steadily without any attempt at stopping.

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

These were mobs vying for her blood. Her delicate fingers trembled as she clutched the door handle, steeling herself to face the barrage of hateful words that was sure to come. "Just keep your head down and let us do our job." a gruff voice beside her muttered. Serena took a deep breath and gave a curt nod, stepping aside to let them lead her out onto the steps. A thunderous bellow burst from the mob, sending a wave of hateful words hurtling towards her as a barrage of venomous allegations and derogatory remarks fell.