Isabella Magical の小説・ストーリー

I don't even know if he remembers who I am, as he sounded so lost and confused the last time I spoke to him. As I reach the edge of the battlefield, I mumble my protection spell "In times of trouble, I call to you Protect me here Protect me now In Times of trouble, I call for thee Protect me here Protect me now!" Isabella isn't due to re-enter the batter for a little while yet, her protection spells are so much better but then she is a natural witch and they are a lot more powerful especially if they have total control over their magick and thanks to her mate Ryker she has just that. I look around now that I am protected. I slowly make my way onto the battlefield.

“Let’s try again.” Isabella steps forward, her green eyes glinting with fury. “Let me do it,” she says, voice trembling. “Please.” I look at her. She’s been quiet for most of this—watching, not participating. But now her hands are glowing, raw magic crackling around her like wildfire. “You sure?” I ask her. She nods. “I want to make him feel what he made me feel. Just once.” Malcolm steps aside, and Isabella walks up to Rufus—this time not as a scorned lover, but as a witch forged in her own pain.

Isabella pretends that the fingers wrapped around her own can protect her from what comes next. . TBC

“Because I know where she hides.” That silenced even the restless shuffling. Magnus’s wolves leaned forward, listening hard now. “I’ve tracked Lucian’s desperation,” she continued. “I’ve followed Kael’s movements. And I’ve pulled whispers from rogues too stupid to hide their trails. Isabella Hart breathes in the human world, wearing another name, serving coffee to men who have no idea what sits in front of them.” Magnus’s jaw flexed, his teeth bared in something between a grin and a snarl. “You expect me to believe Stormfang’s Luna sells bread to merchants?”

CHAPTER FOUR | KORA ALEJANDRO ISABELLA I am having breakfast with the devil. I came downstairs for dinner as early as I could this morning even though I didn't have a wink of sleep last night. The events were too hunting for me to close my eyes to sleep. I see him sitting on the table, talking in the ears of one of his guards. I don't hear what they're talking about but from the way his lips move feverishly, I could tell the guard did something stupid and Damien is having none of his excuses.

I shook my head, wondering why she was so closed off. It was cute, but at the same time scary, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of life she had led in the years she had run away. Because the last time I checked, Isabella wasn't so closed off; in fact, she was like a butterfly that everyone wanted to capture. I only hope for the sake of peace that no one has hurt her in those years because, well, the person was surely going to pay tenfold. Maybe I should look into her past life?

I busied myself with whatever papers on my table, not understanding a word I was trying to read as my wolf, Fabian, clawed at me for hurting Isabella. But I just gritted my teeth, pushing him back on my head to where his animalistic urges could bury itself and never come back. “Why are you denying yourself this?” Blake finally broke the silence around us. I didn’t speak and just stared coldly at the papers on my table. “You know what, I don't understand you. This is your chance, Logan. This is another chance given to you by the Moon Goddess. Why can’t you acknowledge Isa as your mate—don’t dare deny it to me.”

“What's your name? “he broke the ice and said it like it was nothing. “Are you asking me? “I took a hearing aid out of my ear. “Yes, who else would I ask that question to if it's just the two of us going here? “This time he took off his glasses and wanted to penetrate me with his eyes, they were honey colored, but I could perceive something else about him, something that only us women can feel when a guy tries to see you with that mischievousness. “My name is Isabella, but I feel better if you just call me Isa," I answered kindly, "What's your name?

"Isabelle somehow managed to bring everyone who had died in the pack back to life. She healed the entire pack with her scream, killing tons of Rafael's army in the process. When I woke up she was gone. Celeste and the other witches are at the cemetery trying to locate her." She was gone! Taken by Rafael. They took her, that bastard dared to take my mate. I needed to find out where they took her. I went to the cemetery, joining Celeste and some witches that were in a circle whispering some incantations around a map that held Isabella's blood. As they continued chanting, Isabella's blood began tracing around the map, spreading to every corner, eventually turning the map crimson red before it c

Here, the cypress trees grew thick and the air smelled of damp earth, salt, and secrets. I found a stone bench hidden behind a thick curtain of ivy. I sat down, my knees finally giving way, my head falling into my hands. The "Titan" was gone. I was just Isabella, a woman who had traded her soul for a chance to save a child who hated her very existence.