Lore C の小説・ストーリー

he cries with snot dripping from his nose, Lanna actually does look quite scary, although she has just cut down seven rouges she had somehow managed to not get a drop of blood on her but her hair well the only way to describe it was that she looked like Medusa from Greek mythology, the woman with snakes for hair, Acre starts laughing and when I look at him I see that he is clearly reading my thoughts, I snap into his thoughts "Haaaa haaaa Medusa, so funny haaa" "Yeah well she looks scary as hell, I wouldn't take the piss out of her now, leave it for parties" "Your right bro, she's scary as hell right now". Lanna is leaning over the rogue "I told you I would let you watch, didn't I?" "Who are

"I'm glad you like it. So, what do you like to do in here all day?" Lora looked through the opened oak door, her gaze lingering on each shelf and cabinet. "I...I like to collect vampire relics," she said, her voice quiet. "I like to think about where they came from and who owned them before me. I like to imagine stories about them." "That's really cool," I said, impressed. "Do you have a favorite object in here?"

The world of show business is a glamorous yet nasty place. "Not when it's a restaurant frequented by celebrities. The security would be tighter." "Oh. . . Okay." The woman from earlier returned with a cart. She wheeled it beside the table and placed a tray in front of us. A big, steaming lobster was under the lid. It smelled of butter, garlic, and spices. My mouth watered. I've missed lunch too. Now that we were away from the cemetery, my appetite was resurfacing. "Wine?" the woman asked.

" You mean aside from the fact that Louisa and Hunter share a strange resemblance in both features and personalities?" I reject any personality resemblance between my baby and that monster. " Their looks are common genes" I tried to argue. " Fine then what of other similarities? Like their interest in art? Or the preference for the color black? Or the strange attraction towards cupcakes with only blue sprinkles?." He is really observant to have noticed all these, because even I never noticed the sprinkles. " Art is a general talent and Louie doesn't like black that much" that's a lie, Louie's favorite color is actually black.

Lucifer I watch from my perch on top of a hill as Lana leans over a small refuge near two rock formations and places a vile beneath the stream before she labels it with a pen. I have to admit, the Canyon is stunning with its rust-colored limestone plateaus, blue skies and winding river. It reminds me a bit of hell, without the demons. For weeks, I’ve been watching Lana traverse through the Canyon and gather data. I make sure to cloak my presence because I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. I’m not a bloody stalker. I just want to make sure she’s safe.

I couldn't do shit, and it was driving me fucking insane. “The story of the True Luna is really a legend among the witches.” I heard the fucker’s voice. “I wasn’t even aware of it until a witch told me about it. The most fascinating thing about her is that she is stronger than any other wolf. She can’t be hurt or killed using wolfsbane or silver. She is indestructible and very valuable. She is the only creation on this earth that can share her abilities with others.” I heard gasps all around us. Our pack members didn’t know how special she was. We didn’t even know how special she was. We knew bits and pieces, but not this. If what this fucker was saying was true, then she was really extraord

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

His aura was compact, disciplined, controlled so tightly it barely registered unless you were looking for it. Lykos — Werewolf Candidate Trait: Speed & Precision Combat Style: Lethal Economy Mentality: Observant, Patient Current Rank: High Tier, Stable The silver-streaked candidate—Riven—paced himself, eyes scanning constantly, already calculating rivals. Riven — Werewolf Candidate Trait: Leadership Aura Combat Style: Adaptive Mentality: Strategic Current Rank: High Tier, Rising Alpha noted them all. Not with envy. With inevitability. After running came forms training.

That was all she could remember after waking up at the cemetery. "Help" she screamed, not scared but she needed to leave here as soon as possible. The fact that she woke up at a cemetery worried her. She thought of her phone and quickly ran to where she woke up but couldn't find it. While searching for her phone, she noticed that what she thought to be a grave when she woke up was an endless pit, she couldn't see the end but just darkness through. She shouted but it just came back echoing. "Well that's not creepy"

“I think she didn’t die, she is back. I said and he took a swift turn to look at me before signalling with his hand asking who was back. “The rightful Luna of the Pack and betrothed to the Alpha Karl is back but the only thing is she has lost her memory and can’t remember anything, I even heard Alpha Karl call her Avery I guess it’s a name he gave to her to have an identity,” I said waiting for a reaction because we had somehow plotted and I had made sure to do the job of taking Naya Rose the supposed Luna out and so she wouldn’t ever come back but I was wrong I didn’t kill her.