Lucy Pevensie Prince Caspian の小説・ストーリー

She hates it. "Girl, are you looking for trouble?" Sue ask her while raising her brow. Peach decided to ignore her. She already have a problem that needed to be solve. "Why not ask him to shut up?" She look at Lucifer and smile tightly before shaking her head. "Or maybe I can threaten him?" Lucifer suggested. She did some research. That man is not an ordinary man. "It's Prince Caspian 'the great'." She quotes the word 'the great' to emphasize who is that freaking man.

Outside, the Sicilian sunset sank into the Mediterranean Sea, staining the sky blood‑red. I knew that from tomorrow, I would no longer be the foolish girl who ran away for love, nor the blind woman seeking revenge alone. I would be Sophie Lucas, the family’s principessa, head of the Intelligence Unit, and fiancée of the consigliere, Silas De Luca.

I can feel her eyes on me, but I don’t look at her, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, and moving my head to the music. When she’s around, it’s as if the storm inside of me becomes a tranquil sea and somehow the world doesn’t feel so bleak. But she’ll be gone soon, and it’s better, with the Crawlers, the Guardsmen… and these Chupacabras, if that is what they are, she’s not safe here. “Tell me, Princesa, do you like history?” “I do, and if you’re asking if I like to see historical places, I do,” she says sitting forward, I glance over at her, appreciating the fact that with my shades on I can admire her as much as I want.

As soon as I set my bag down, my phone buzzed. My brother's text popped up: "Ayla, the Royal Witches' spell is active. Every scent and trace you've left on that territory is being erased completely. No one will be able to track you." I leaned against the cold, damp wall and closed my eyes. Soon. Twelve hours left until I returned home as the supreme Lycan Princess.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

The Packhouse is so quiet. Lumina moves through it on bare feet, a small sound in the wide dark. Her hand finds the door to the children’s room without thinking. The moon cuts a pale strip across the floor. Inside, the twins breathe even and slow. The little prince is curled against the side of the crib the way he always curls, thumb at his lip, hair mussed. Lumina's throat is tight.

And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession. Yin squinted down the hallway, imagining a tall, brooding figure with fang-lined smiles and a voice that could curdle storm clouds, just waiting behind some mundane corner, possibly sipping tea or glaring at fluorescent lighting. “So cool,” Yin whispered. Then immediately caught himself and slapped another leaf on his tail, which had begun to wag in excitement. “Calm down,” he hissed. “No fanboying. No fangirling. No fox-spiriting. Be normal.”

He was not only the star athlete and most popular guy in school, but he was also one out of three Lycans who attended this school. Kierian was none other than the Lycan Prince and someone I had harbored a crush on since we were kids, except he didn’t remember me. Right now, it was a good thing, because I didn’t want him to look at me with pity. When he learned about what happened to my family. Those intense ice-blue eyes were the last ones that I wanted to look at me with pity in them.

Arthur assured my Aunt, “No, Aunty Daisy. We will try our best to protect the Lycan house. We are much stronger than them. The rogues will be killed.” Little Bambi jumped out of my arms, wagging his tail, he hurried when he found the chance. I had to rush after him, calling out to Arthur to come with me. “Arthur! Catch him!” I had this feeling that the wolf pup might run away because he is unaware of everything and when he reached downstairs, he went directly for a ball that was left on the bench by one of the maids. He grabbed the ball with his mouth, his tail still waggled in the air. He tried to bark and I chuckled looking at Arthur who tucked his hand inside his pocket.

Instead, he folded his arms and whispered to himself, “Run, little prince. Run as fast as you want. The game has just begun.” The R8 didn’t notice him. Not yet. They vanished into the night, Kael swallowed up by freedom once more. *** The cicadas were loud outside, their songs weaving through the open balcony of Elias’s bedroom. The smell of incense lingered faintly, mixed with the salt of sea air that drifted in from the coastline.