Mortals Meet Percabeth の小説・ストーリー

Despite seeming to dismember at any moment, the old woman's sadistic look made even Mordred uncomfortable. When he approaches the two, the witch's scent fills his nostrils, and he covers his mouth in discomfort. - What the hell is a witch doing here? - He asks, about to get angry. - Sir, this is Morticia, a powerful black witch I met when I came before you to the US to take care of everything for your arrival. - And how did you know her? - She tried to kill me. Mordred opens his eyes in amazement. - She tried to kill you, and you left her alive.

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.

He didn’t feel dark magic or anything in her. “It’s fine.” He said and she instantly dropped her other hand. He let her wrist go and she stepped back moving quickly over to her bags. He watched her the entire time. What was it about these mortals? Why did some of the most powerful fall for such weak creatures? Then again there was more than just physical and he had seen some mortals with wills stronger than any he’d ever met. In his cell he’d heard them curse the gods and keep taking the pain. Guess there was something to these frail creatures, he just didn’t see it.

"I just felt like I needed to connect with it on some level." We watch as Alec continues to touch the beast, almost like he's communicating with it. "He's touching the hellhound," I say in awe. "But why can't he touch me?" "Maybe because you don't belong here," Jack says. "You're not even half-dead, like he is. You're fully alive." I watch as Alec continues to touch the beast, his movements almost hypnotic. It's like he's in a trance, and nothing else in the world matters to him right now. The Styxian beast is his whole world.

"Because if a mortal doesn't return the love of an incubus, their heart will stop beating." TO BE CONTINUED

Philbert Morton, the second elder of the Primordial Sacred Land, had been stuck at level nine supreme paragon for thousands of years, constantly yearning to advance further and touch the elusive Immortal realm. However, due to innate limitations in talent, Philbert's potential had long been capped at level nine supreme paragon. Even a slight advancement was extremely difficult for him! Initially, Philbert spared no effort in assisting Gresham to get the True Immortal's essence, even persuading Baldwin to deploy a protective divine weapon to ensure Gresham's success.

said Percival as he finished the drink. “I am going to ask someone to come down so that you can play with. Without using your powers. Toying and dipping your toes in the waters of mortality might be good for you,” said Morgan but Percival shook his head. “Some time earlier you might have thought that this was good and I would have agreed with you. But no. Now it does not help me deal with the problems. I think I might have to get a run in one of the pits soon enough to understand that why I am getting scared all of a sudden. If it was for me, then I might have contemplated. But I am certain that this is for something else,” said Percival with certainty in his tone.

“They’ll see you as the one who saved Selena, who stopped the Omega before he could do more harm. That’s what matters.” Valentine searches her eyes, looking for the reassurance he so desperately needs. And for a moment, he finds it. But the doubt lingers, a dark cloud on the horizon, threatening to overshadow everything. As the night deepens, Dr. Percy Adams finds himself lost in thought, memories of a time long past flooding his mind. He remembers the last days in Switzerland, the growing suspicion among the humans, the whispers of their true nature. They had lived there for decades, blending in, hiding their immortality as best as they could. But as the years passed, it became harder to co

Mortas announced as he wiped his face off with paper towels from the bathroom. "We can get our own plane but if you could see that the other's without wolves could be sent to their lands I'd be grateful," Zurac grunted and Mortas told him certainly. The demon called for his son and introduced the young man to the both of us. Abby looked sheepishly at me and said,"love is a crazy thing." I laughed and told her it certainly was. She pulled me away from Zurac wanting to talk so I let her lead me down the rows to some empty seats.

"If Death is as handsome as him, I'm willing to die right now." "Well, I will offer my eternal life to him." Sumire slightly frowned at what she heard. Waves of praises and adoration for the man downstairs lingered in the room. The staff was about to wave to greet him when Mort turned his back on them and came out of the revolving door of the building. The maiden even saw Mort's one last glance at her before he got into his phantom car and left the place. Mort headed directly to CION Brothel. The Brethren has now started to get lively. As the man hit the city's road, a call from his secretary, Klauss suddenly interrupted him.