Monarch Of Iron Body の小説・ストーリー

"You're the pulse. And as long as I’m breathing, the grave stays outside." The Iron-Grave didn't fire cannons. It opened its "Rib-Gates," and a single, translucent bridge of bone-and-iron extended toward the Sun-Spire. A figure stepped onto the bridge. He was a titan, standing eight feet tall, encased in armor that looked like it had been grown from the obsidian of the world's first volcano. He didn't have a face, only a mask of white bone with three horizontal slits of glowing, red light.

“I’m here! I’m back.” ****** Monique sat up as she felt sweat on her forehead and neck. She reached her head. The girl’s memories are clear. There’s also Bella’s doppelgänger and the vampire, Lavinia. This person’s body was royal. A vampire royal. She reached her chest as it got tighter. Seeing the First Vampire King, and the excitement this person had only meant that she’s been away at a young age. “Monique,” Ciel approached. “What’s going on?”

Through these achievements, he clawed his way up the ladder, eventually becoming Mekra’s unofficial monarch. Rituals are costly for mortals, for they take away limbs or organs, and mortals cannot regenerate them like we can. So in Mekra, we built new mechanized body parts to replace those claimed by magic. I took no part in it; I wanted my body to remain as it was. But the city had plans for me, as it does for all of its soldiers.

It was because he didn’t pose a danger to me. He lifted his head slowly, breathing so hard that his giant body shook. When his eyes opened, they were no longer silver. They burned with the fire of a king—an immortal. Maybe an unstoppable monarch of the supernatural world. He reached for me. Not gently but possessively, as if touching what he had been hunting for centuries. “My name…” He inhaled sharply, as if speaking cost him control. “It’s Magnon!” Magnon! I fell to my knees with bewilderment. I saw darkness for a moment as a wave of doom swept across me.

That was what he was. His body was drenched in blood and I could see bits of flesh on him. His face was pulled into a lazy and bored look. Like he just had better places to be and just wanted to be done with this as quick as possible. Like having bits of several people's bodies all over him was the most monotonous activity of his life. "A monster..." My lips trembled the word out and his gaze shifted to me from the king. He raised a bloody hand and the king was levitated into the air. I still couldn't move an inch as more tears rolled down my cheeks.

“They’re here!” The words struck me like physical blows. They’re here. The nightmare we’d spent weeks whispering about in council chambers had become reality. The Ironbloods. Magic-wielding killers who had burned entire villages to ash. Malakor. The warlord. I froze. The slums had taught me how to survive. How to steal. How to fight. How to disappear into shadows. But this wasn’t another tavern brawl. This was war. Monsters. Magic. Blood. Death.

The Devouring King had been monstrous. This thing dwarfed it. Its body emerged slowly from the abyss like a mountain dragging itself out of the grave. Black skeletal armor covered a frame so massive the chamber physically groaned beneath its weight. Ancient silver chains wrapped around its limbs and throat in countless layers, but unlike the Devouring King’s restraints, these chains were shattered completely. Broken. Torn apart from the inside. Its face resembled a wolf only vaguely now. Too elongated. Too hollow. Silver fire burned inside enormous empty eye sockets while black mist poured endlessly from cracks spreading across its body. Entire pieces of corrupted architecture remained embed

“This is going to be harder than I imagined.” Yes, Karadeylis was nothing like I could have ever pictured. He turned out to be a short man with chestnut hair. And by short, I mean he was more than a head shorter than us girls. The monarch walked with a noticeable limp, though it didn’t seem to be the result of injury or illness. Looking closer, I realized one of his legs was simply shorter than the other. His body was stocky, dressed in royal—but black—attire.

Hurled straight to the massive figure face and punched straight to it's left blazing pupil within the sharpened canines. This will hurt. Randall said to himself as his white flames burnt through the eyes of the monster. “Hurt? I don’t even feel a thing.” The Egregious figure bragged as though it read the King’s mind, Randall and Priscilla gasped, “It could read minds?” The King wondered. Then suddenly, the monster closed his left eye gnashing his canines deep into Randall's arm—dismembering his right arm completely as Randall was swiftly swayed away with great force that causes him to fly off uncontrollably— Hot magma drew out from his wound instead of blood—During the war. Many believed the

"But Aquant and Torus can't train him the way he needs to be trained." "It's the best I can do. He has to learn. Fenon may think he knows what's best but Marvelon's powers aren't so easy to control. If he takes them, Marvelon can end up dying." Mom smoothed out her skirt. "Marvelon's powers can't be removed." Craig arched a brow. "Marvelon is half-human. It is much easier than you think to take the other half of his supernatural powers." Mom laid on her back and stretched out her arms. "What's the origin of the King of Kings?"