Land Of The Beautiful Dead の小説・ストーリー

Ella suddenly spoke in the middle of the silence so Lilibeth immediately looked at her as she closed her eyes and inhaled the air due to annoyance she wiped her face and turned forward again. ----+ Not far away from where they stopped, there were the red eyed deads who were waiting for them to approach and they were more than a hundreds. A kind of red eyed dead which is also called 'sleeping red eyed dead' but its hearing is wide awake, so they can also climb trees and run faster compared to the normal people. They just so happy with the fact that they don't have any babies to cary on. "AHHHHHH"Ella's deafening scream suddenly rang out after she stepped on something in her shoes

There was something about looking at the boy today that gave her mixed feelings. She pulled out her phone and searched for the movie. Lead actors were Benjamin Frost and to her surprise, his son, Benjamin Frost Junior. She scrolled up and saw a news report of a plane crash. She clicked on it and read through. As she did, she realised it was similar to the story Damien once told of how he lost his parents. The article described how the great Benjamin Frost died with his wife, but his son survived. As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion.

Seeing her infront of him was like watching one of those silly horror movies where the dead man wakes up in slow motion and talks. On his way to New York he kept on recalling Kimberly's words, he had flown all the way here on a hunch not that he believed his sister or anything. He wanted to put an end to Kim's madness,only it wasn't madness. Mikaella was actually alive, breathing. What about the churned body from the accident?

I searched a lot about this. After all, I was planning to leave the Maximillian Kingdom and go live in the UK. Who would have thought that my knowledge of this would come in hand like this? I doubt the other girls knew all of this. I kept going. "Now, the Kimaya Kingdom is the one famous for its beaches, it doesn't rain often, but when it does, it doesn't flood as Uzuri does, and this territory is also known for its never-ending summer because it's never cold in there. On the other hand, the Accorsa Queendom is known for its never-ending winter, its mountains, frozen lakes, and snowy weather; not to mention its famous volcano that is used to warm the hot springs, that is, pools of warm water

After enjoying a wild night with Natasha, Jayden woke up to see some notifications on his phone while Natasha was sleeping and laying her head on his chest butt naked. To his surprise, he noticed an answered call from Laura. The thought of Laura hearing whatever that happened last night between him and Natasha for almost 3 minutes flashed his mind and suddenly his face become pale then gloomy.

She was so angry and cursed him and Wan out. What in front of him was nothing but a wasteland. And if he wasn’t mistaken, he knew this land too well. According to the description in the book, this place used to be a grave. “Country D.” There’s nothing within his vicinity. His eyes couldn’t pick a single decent form to make him understand everything or anything, in that matter. No humans. No living things. It was just a wasteland all around. “This is getting comical.” He brushed his hand against his hair while the other hand rubbed on his bare skin. “What the!!!”

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

Kiara The world feels thin here. It was a land filled with everything and nothing as well. A land void of happiness and laughter. A land that held no peace in its wind. The air murmurs with an old kind of silence. The kind that remembers every scream, every oath, every drop of blood spilled on sacred ground. The cliffs stretch endlessly behind the old field with its crooked edges fading into mist and moonlight. It is beautiful in the way death looks. Sometimes cold, even, and honest.

The Deadlands was a special region within the Outlands. The place had long been shrouded in black radiation clouds, and it was perpetually dark and heavy. Nothing grew on the ground. As far as the eye could see, there were only pitch black mountains on the horizon, and all around them lay deathly silence and decay. At this moment, on the vast open plains, a violent gust of wind suddenly swept across the land. Several small beasts that had come out to forage squealed and tucked their tails, scrambling back toward their nests.