Mortals Of The Doom の小説・ストーリー

so violent it simply cuts off the heads of these wolves He finished with them, so their cries rose, and everyone ran away from him His terrified eyes looked at Ardena to run towards her, making a sound in the ground from the force of his strikes to the ground Do not be afraid, my dear, for you have someone who can easily throw his soul to death so that your heartbeat can continue You have someone who is ready to become 'just a withered corpse' in order for you to bloom

The morning sunlight attacked me like it had been waiting all night for this exact moment. Right through my thin curtains, stabbing me in the face like I’d personally offended the sun. I groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over my head. Not today. Please not today. But the second I shut my eyes, last night came rushing back. The alley. The men. Him. And that voice, low and final: “Doom has begun.” I sat up so fast my pillow hit the floor. My heart thudded against my ribs, too loud for morning.

Alma was wrong; these feral Alphas weren’t my helpers; they were my punishers. They were the Alphas of Doom, and I-I was their doomed mate. I understood everything now. “I-I’m being punished.” I was perhaps not the goddess’s favorite.

"Let's go check it out." We make our way over a rusted fence and through the backyard to peer in through the broken windows. The inside is dark and musty, with debris scattered all over the ground. "It's perfect," Damon says. "We just need to clean it up a bit and set up the ritual." I try the back door, but it's locked, a heavy padlock on it. As much as I hate breaking and entering, I have no choice. Gathering my supernatural strength, I kick the door. The force breaks the padlock and splinters the wood.

I hiss. Apparently, you can't trust the word of someone you met in an underground werewolf bar. The entrance to Dyad Marketplace should be here, right past the— Something glimmers in the bricks on the other side of the fountain. Something bright and shiny. Striding across the courtyard, I approach the bit of metal stuck in the wall. A grin breaks across my face. "Perfect." Placing my fingers on the thin strip of metal—something that would appear completely innocuous and meaningless to any basic person walking by—I speak the incantation. "Aperta obidier."

Mortus stood, his snarl clear as his skin healed from the blast of light. “She’s still mine,” he taunted. “And I get anxious when I don’t get what I want.” Mortus lunged at Creed, but with one hand, Mortus’ neck was in his grasp in an instant. There was no fight. Creed’s deafening roar had me shiver. His hands went to Mortus’s neck and separated his head from his body, kicking it away.

Lucas was just staring at him blankly until he made his way out. Zera entered the room and collected the ashes of the contract. “Shall I call on the next?” she asks, and Lucas just nodded, feeling sleepy. Zera went outside his office, carrying the ashes and disposed them in the huge Tree of Death in their lounge area. Domus Malum, or the “House of Evil” is nothing like a creepy place that most movies make as the devil’s nest. Lucas made it look like an ordinary office with minimalist designs, it has a wall of shelves for books, a nice lounge area for the guests and a huge piano beside the Tree of Death, where the contracts of their clients serve as the soil and the tree being fertilized by t

Mortis called out thrusting what looked like a regular stick over the shoulders of the hounds. "OW!" Poking a man in the eye, not poking it out, not even really hurting him honestly. "Who the fuck does tha EAAGH!" POP! Though it looked no different than a tree branch he had found in the woods, hell it probably was a tree branch he found in the woods and took a shine to. Mortis himself was master at manipulating magic unlike any man walking this earth, human or other. With the little love tap to the eye he funneled enough magic through the tip that the Vampire's body was overwhelmed forcing his head to explode. While The Hounds weren't against receiving assistance, they were far from apprecia

I could see his erection straining in his pants and it made me damper with need. "All of you in heat I suggest you hurry quickly to the rooms I've given you. Not to alarm anyone but this place is full of demons and trust me when I say they can scent your estrus and will breed with you no matter your species," Mortas announced as his red eyes fell on both Raina and I. I told Zurac that we should go quickly and he growled of course and hoisted me up on his shoulder.