Logan Echolls Veronica Mars の小説・ストーリー

"Don't you feel it? The pull? The bond? We are mates, Nash! We are fated! She—Veronica—she did something to you. A Witch named Morana! She took my face from your mind!" At the mention of Veronica’s name, a flash of irritation crossed his face. "Watch your tongue, rogue. Do not speak the Luna’s name with your filth." "She isn't your Luna!" I screamed, the sound tearing through my throat. "I am! I am your mate! I carry your mark!" Before he could stop me, I yanked the collar of my dress down, exposing the mating mark on my shoulder. It was a jagged scar now, silver against my pale skin, but it was there. The proof of our union.

On the back, scrawled in her father’s unmistakable hand: “She chose to disappear. If she ever returns, the world will remember what fear feels like.” At the city’s edge, Logan crouched near a bloodied stone, sniffing the air. “She was here,” he said, his voice low. “Echo’s scent ends here. But something else…” He trailed off. Mason knelt beside him, gun drawn. “What is it?” Logan didn’t answer. He stood slowly, eyes narrowed toward the distant hills. “Something woke up.”

A few minutes later, Vera hurried away from Alex as the drawing around him caught fire. "What's happening?" I asked anxiously "They wanted to stop me from reaching him but I will." She went away and came back with a bowl of water to quench the fire before resuming her session. I quickly covered my ears when I noticed that the sounds were coming up again. "They are coming, they are coming, Lorenzo. Get your fire ready!" Vera yelled, rushed to a chair, and slumped on it. "How will I get the fire?" I asked but Vera was only looking at me, breathing heavily. I couldn't see anything but I could feel the presence of other creatures and it seemed like I was their target.

a hug. "Go get your shower now, and then we will go see Marco and ask him about it. Amaris nodded woodenly. She could feel that there was something off. Before Anna had a chance to leave, Amaris took off her shirt. Anna's eyes caught the movement in the mirror. She spun around and looked at Amaris. "Wait. I thought you said that you guys marked each other?" Anna said looking at Amaris' bare shoulders. "We did." Amaris looked down and her hand came up to point out the mark that Lyle's bite had left on her collar bone. It was gone. There were no marks at all. The skin was as clear and perfect as it had always been. She ran her hand over it. "I don't understand. We marked eac

The door leads to a little shop, seemingly filled with antiques, but like everything else here, there’s a strange aura around it. Logan approaches the cashier and I follow behind him, but I’m too mesmerized by looking around to watch where I’m going. I bump into him when he stops, but he only looks briefly to see if I’ve regained my balance. I clear my throat. His eyes are always so cold that I want to run every time he looks at me. “Nice to see you again, Logan. What do you need?” The man says. “This is my new master, Hazel Ambrose.” He gestures towards me. “But I guess you already knew that,” he adds in a smug tone. “Honestly,” he sighs, “We really do gossip more than humans.”

They were hesitant, but slowly moved to let me take a look at her. Her lips were cracked but her hair was still neat. Her clothes had stains of Blood. It was a horrifying sight. And I suddenly broke down, not caring the pack members are looking at me. "Annabel...ANNABEL!" I cried. The 6 pack members shifted to their wolves and bowed to their Luna. I knew. I knew they needed to howl. "No. Don't. Stop! Don't!" I said in a hurry. They stopped in their tracks. They need to know Diana. They need to know Luna is dead. They mind-linked.

“I appreciate your quick thinkin’.’” Adam smiled his thanks. Mike sighed with relief as Adam gently spread a salve on his arm. “That’s workin’ already.” Adam nodded his approval and then wrapped the arm with the proficiency one would expect from a doctor. As he packed up his bag, he looked for Melody. He spotted her huddled against the wall in the far side of the kitchen. Her eyes were wide with terror as she tried to shut out the escalating screams of the burning people outside by pressing her hands over her ears.

Every bone in my body trembled. My wolf exploded with a roar that shook my entire soul. (Elena. Stand. Up. Right. Now.) Fight!” Another voice joined. “Fight!” And then five more. “Fight! Fight! Fight!” My wolf perked up like a demon awakened by applause. (They want a show. Give them a show. Start with her neck. End with her pride.) Veronica looked around like she had not expected backup music for her own funeral. Her grip loosened slightly, just enough for my lungs to start working again. And that was when I felt it.

Probably. “What big teeth you have,” I whispered, licking his lips. “All the better to eat you with,” he answered, his eyes turning blood-red. “Jericho…" I gasped as I realized it was his wolf, not him, that was looking back at me. “Mate,” Jericho growled. His voice was an octave lower than Logan’s. My eyes widened as I worried Jericho would decide to follow instinct and mark me. Logan’s body was trembling as I’m guessing he was fighting for control. His eyes kept changing till finally, it was Logan’s eyes looking back at me.

Running behind them Veronica looked around the surroundings and made sure no one was following them. Suddenly she caught the arrow inches away from her heart before slowly looking up to the tree where stood a young man with his face covered and oddly familiar ocean blue eyes and let out a loud threatening growl. Michael and Aurora paused hearing Veronica growl and watch her looking and followed her line of sight to see a couple of more arrows coming towards her which she dodged before letting out another loud growl as Aurora noticed a figure. " NERO" Aurora heard Michael gasp before... . . .