Legendary: A Caraval Novel の小説・ストーリー

Lisa ask. I look down at the book in her hand, then back to her. "I have to take care of some paperwork, maybe next time." "Okay." She says sitting her phone back onto the table. I head back to the office and continue to read over the old scrolls about the vampire prince Samuel. After about an hour pass, I hear the sound of a car pulling into the driveway of the house, knowing it must be Tilda. I leave out of the office, heading to the front door.

While the other part, the one he burned and broke, she’s running for the hills and freaking out in case he tries to weave a spell over her once again. ‘Why should I listen to anything you say?’ I cry at him as I yank my wrist free from his hold, finding inner strength and resolve to keep going and hurl myself inside the open lift in front of me. Alexi moves fast too, grabbing the two doors so they won’t start to close, and looks me right in the eye. Those haunting grey eyes so devoid of colour or warmth as they penetrate me with complete intensity and hold me rooted to the spot. His face consumed with the pain I am feeling all over, mirroring my agony. ‘Because I’m in love with you … and I w

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

"The Hova prince released the handmaiden from her collar, unleashing her full, dormant power. On the fields of Staran, all the Hova saw was a blinding white light that rained upon them with the wrath of a wronged people, charring them where they stood. It was her. The Lightning princess, also known as Fireheart." Prince Marcellus looked up from the book, fixing his gaze on Scarlett. "And... What about this? It's a story, isn't it?" Scarlett said, still failing to understand why this was so important to Prince Marcellus. "This is exactly what happened in the courtyard the other day, albeit on a smaller scale."

The fear on the faces of the crowd in the parking lot satisfied me, but not fully. I sensed that Connor, Sylvie, and Liam also followed my lead and shifted into their Lycan form. My body vibrated as I let out a deep growl that was enough to cause the car alarm to go off. Taking a step forward I lunged out to grab the closest one to me, but he backed out of my reach. “Fall back!” Another man shouted and soon everyone started running away. I wanted to chase them, but something else caught my attention. The strong aroma of lilacs and blood was coming from the room that Aryan’s car was parked in front of. Fear that something terrible has happened to her, I rushed toward the door, still in Lycan

“Silence, everyone! Let our Luna Ivy talk, she got some important announcement.” “Thank you, my sweet Alpha.” Ivy smiled at her mate and caressed his stubble. She cleared her throat and took center stage once again. “As you all know that I have won my place as the main Luna of the Luminar by fighting my cousin, Hyacinth fair and square. Now, another hurdle befalls me, as the power that has to be mine, half of it got stolen and transferred into another mystic blood body, a halven, named Cattleya Hunt.”

Serena’s hand skimmed across the shelves, searching—until her fingers stopped on a book with a blood-red spine. The crest on it mirrored the sigil carved into her mother’s ring. “This is it,” she whispered. Elias leaned in, brow furrowed. “That’s a royal mark. From the Valecourt line. That book hasn’t been touched in generations.” Serena hesitated only a moment before pulling it free. As the book opened in her hands, magic burst forth—wild, golden light twisting like flames, pages flipping in a flurry until they stopped on a single name: Serena Valecourt.

“Yes. Do you think Carl is rallying all these clans just because he wants to build an army? I mean he does in a way, but he has another big motive. The ritual channelizes the power of sacrifice. It is dark magic. He has to sacrifice two members of twelve different clans and use that energy to perform the spell for the ritual to be complete.” A horrifying silence follows these words. “What did you do when you found that out?” Lilia asks in a small voice. “What any sane person would have done. I ran out and told as many people as I could and asked them to run. But this soon reached Carl’s ears and any love that he might have had for me vanished at that moment. I had befriended a vampire in my

he gazed deeply into my eyes with his ocean-blue orbs, his voice low and tender, "Though I used to disregard these legends and not believe in any spirits here, after being with you..." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I can't help but feel like I've turned into a bit of a coward." I finally couldn't hold back my excited emotions any longer and rushed into his arms. "How could you ever be a coward?" I choked up a bit, pressing my head tightly against his shoulder, "Don't belittle yourself like that. I understand how you feel. We just care about each other." After a brief embrace, I composed myself and looked up at him. He was Prince Louis, the supreme aristocrat, the sole legitimate heir to t

His fingers dipped beneath her waistband, callouses scraping sensitive skin. “Coward,” he murmured against her throat. Lila snarled, shoving him onto the bed. He landed with a grunt, gaze hungry as she climbed over him. Her dress pooled around her thighs. “You don’t get to play alpha here,” she said, yanking his belt loose. His grin was all fang. “Prove it.” Clothes fell in tattered shreds. The bond didn’t care for modesty—only heat, only now. Lila learned his body in gasps and nails: the scar ripping across his ribs (a Bloodfang souvenir), the way his breath hitched when she bit his collarbone.