Joel Ldshadowlady の小説・ストーリー

Ma'am Amelia had prepared everything in order and was just watching the projector man do his job. At first, she acted normal, but all of a sudden, she fell and shattered the glass nearby. I wanted to move closer and help her up, but the state Elena gave me a few meters away from her made me step back immediately. I thought it was something minor not until Ma'am Amelia was wheeled in a wheelchair into the event hall and Elena was crowned as the new Luna while Ma'am Amelia was rejected instantly. I wish I could do something about that, she was the only one that gave me hope even though I don't have any family left or anyone to look up to.

"Not an ordinary witch, I can feel it. Am I right?" "Yes, I am a shadow witch," "Hmmm, your kind still exists?" "I am the last, I have no idea why," He looked at me as if contemplating something. "My name is Jingaro, keeper of this library. What is your shadow name and who are your parents?" "My shadow self calls herself Darcy and—" "Darcy? The strongest of all shadow spirits?" He asked with wide eyes. "Shadow witches are spirits?" Ann asked curiously. Darcy is the strongest?

The Underworld pulsed with a unique rhythm, one that spoke of both eternal endings and quiet beginnings. It was a place where beauty and terror wove together seamlessly, and as Penelope stood on the polished obsidian dais outside the grand throne room, she felt both. The dress she wore was a masterpiece of deep emerald silk and black lace, flowing like water over her figure. The intricate embroidery of vines and blossoms glittered faintly in the dim torchlight. Demeter had dressed her with care, every detail meant to sell the illusion that she was Persephone.

he’d said, shaking his head. “She’ll adjust,” I replied tightly. “Sure,” Zayn chuckled. “And I’m the Pope.” Dinner was even worse. Alessia never missed an opportunity to jab me with her tongue, and Zayn sat there enjoying the show like it was a comedy act. After she stormed off again, Zayn leaned back in his chair, smirking. “She’s got fire. I like her.” “She’s reckless,” I muttered. “She’s alive,” Zayn countered. “Most women in our world are trained shadows. She’s a storm.”

She knew that the strength she had found within herself, coupled with the unwavering support of Jared by her side, would guide her through the labyrinth of shadows and into the light of truth. And so, they embarked on their journey, ready to unveil the secrets that had haunted Cordelia's dreams and threatened her sanity. Little did they know that the path they were about to tread would lead them to revelations more astonishing and perilous than they could have ever imagined.

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."