Life Is Strange Blackwell Academy の小説・ストーリー

His voice echoed in two layers—one his own, the other deep and rough, like something speaking from behind a wall. The register suddenly flew off the stage and crashed onto the floor. Its pages flipped rapidly. Story 1 — Completed. Story 2 — Completed. Story 3 — Completed. Then, on the blank pages, names began to appear on their own. One… two… three… the entire first row of students. Panic erupted. The doors wouldn’t open. The window glass darkened as if it wasn’t night outside—but thick black smoke. Raghav jerked violently and fell to the ground. Thud. But he didn’t collapse like a normal person. He twisted. Slowly rose onto all fours. And then—his body flipped. Head down. Feet up. Exactly l

“Amber never takes apprentices. You must be special. So who are your parents? You’re new. I haven’t seenyour face before.” “I’m not special. I’m just Amber’s apprentice. I don’t belong to a pack. My parents were stray wolves and i am not originally from here ” The instant I said it, the cafeteria filled with whispers. I hadn’t even realized everyone was watching. “A stray wolf in Raven Academy?” the girl repeated loudly. “We haven’t had one of those in a long time. This semester is about to be fun.” She squealed with laughter. I looked at Anastasia, but her face said nothing but disappointment. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it.

The Return to Blackwood Academy The whole of Greyhaven town boom with gossip, the murmurs of Henry’s choice still echoing through cafés, streets, and markets. Yet for Henry, the true test of his decision was not in the whispers of Greyhaven or the roars of wolves in Blue Moon, nor even in the silence of Damien Dowell’s skyscraper. It was here, in the heart of his past—at Blackwood Academy.

he said and pointed a gun at him, Jayden scoffed. "Nice try Marcus, you are still the foolish old man I once knew, this is also going to be your end for sending those idiots to my domain, you have no right". he said and suddenly there was an exchange of guns shot flying in the air, Jayden's boys where winning as they keep getting Marcus's boys down. Maya was having her nap when suddenly she woke up from her sleep feeling strange. " Oh my, what's going on? why do I feel strange all of a sudden? hope everything is fine?" she said looking worried.

Lucas asked, sounding confused. “I know you have a gun on you, shoot the glass. It’s bulletproof , I can’t break it without drawing attention to us because they are going to wonder how I did it , because even a gun can’t break it. So shoot at it and then I will break it further. ”I said, stepping in front of him. “Sophia, I ca………” Lucas was cut off by the sound of glass breaking. He looked at me, and saw that my eyes quickly went black and then back to normal again.

"But she... she looks exactly... it's so strange..." "Strange?" Alexia echoed, her tone mocking. "No, Mr. Blackwell, what's strange is that you're so terrified just from seeing a woman who resembles your dead wife. Are you afraid of ghosts... or maybe that one in particular? Scared she came back to pull you by the toes, Mr. Blackwell?" Albert turned ghostly white as Alexia turned her back on him with cool indifference, and Scott led her across the room to speak with other shareholders, leaving the Blackwells behind, nervous and full of fear.

Blackwheel moved forward without saying a word of his plan to her. "Be careful," she said. Blackwheel didn't pay attention to her. He breathed slowly as he drew closer to the strange creature, preventing its eyes from noticing the small rock behind his back. Slowly, he lured it away from Nneka's hut into the main path that led to the village square. Then he stopped. The strange creature watched him with confused eyes. He attacked. The small rock struck the forehead of the strange creature and it fell on the ground, breathing noisily. Blackwheel drew back after confirming the situation of the strange creature. It was weak and almost at the point of fainting because of the impact of the blow t

I reach up to adjust it, trying to breathe normally. "Are you sick?" She reaches up, placing her palm against my forehead. "You feel warm—" "I'm fine." I catch both her hands in mine, holding them gently. "I'm just—nervous." "Nervous? About what?" "Raelynn," I begin, and my voice is already shaking. 'Get it together, Blackwell.' "Before I met you, my life was black and white. Literally. Everything was gray—my name, my room, my entire existence. I didn't know what color looked like. What warmth felt like. What love was."