Nezuko In The Sun の小説・ストーリー

During Natsu's fight with the spiders, Kazuko just stepped into the fighting space for her exams. Kazuko was in a plain field filled with little grasses as she looked up to see the clear blue sky while the wind blew, making her hair and cloth to move. "What kind of creature would she be fighting?" Yami thought as he watched Kazuko. He saw an eagle fly past her, as it made a loud noise and landed behind her. Kazuko turned back and looked at the eagle and thought, "I'm fighting an eagle, I thought this was going to be hard, but guess I was lucky"

"And now, here I am. Just trying to live my best undead life." Freda’s mouth hung open. Pru dropped her book. Rita burst out laughing. "That’s the wildest backstory I’ve ever heard." Deidre smirked. "What can I say? I’m a treasure." That night, Rita stood by the window, watching the werewolves below. They played soccer under the moonlight, their movements fluid, effortless. Then—one of them stopped. He turned, his gaze locking onto her window. Short hair. He was the only one she’d seen without the typical long, flowing locks. His dark eyes burned even from this distance, his chest rising and falling like he’d caught a scent.

Being Zen Hiro "Come on, Zen,” my neighbor grins as he flops dramatically onto my bed. His wild mop of chestnut hair sticks up in every direction like he’s just rolled out of a hay bale—which, knowing Haru, is either that or some forgotten field.

A simple wedding of Alpha Jake and Mara was happening as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the serene gathering. The air was filled with love and anticipation as pack members gathered to witness the union of their Alpha and his chosen Luna. Surrounded by the beauty of nature, Alpha Jake and Mara stood before an improvised altar adorned with flowers. The gentle rustle of leaves in the evening breeze provided a soothing backdrop to the vows they were about to exchange.

Nate hesitated “ there’s one more thing “ He pulled out an old grainy photograph , edges burnt colour faded , a child’s face stared back at me , ash streaked skin , blonde hair tangled , smoke covering her exposed skin , but it as the eyes - pale silver unmistakable . “ it’s her alright I’d know those eyes anywhere “ I took the photo and left . The rain pouring over my windshield I sit in my car across the road from her apartment , the city stretching for miles , my pack slept miles away , unaware that something ancient was stirring . Her scent drifted on the wind again , jasmine , rain , pine all earthy but intoxicating her aura silver with flashes of gold . I’d been trying to stay away , w

Hunter was already waiting at our usual spot, stretching his wrists and joints. Faraway, endless snow peaks sparkled with a sacred radiance under the sun. What a feeling—so vast, so free.

Mountain's feature softened and he was about to say something to Joseph when the girl shouted, "Incoming!" Mountain was fast. Extremely fast for a large person. He came at Joseph like a blur and tackled him to the ground. A jumbled vision of foliage and trees and bushes, before he felt himself slammed against the ground. Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun.

I was nearing the pack though, I could feel it in the way the wind around me shifted ever so slightly and the ginger hairs on my arms stood on end in anticipation. Inhaling a cold breath that chilled my lungs with a fresh dose of oxygen, I picked up my pace. The little sun that leaked through the thick canopy above offered minuscule amounts of warmth which my skin greedily soaked up. I knew I reached the Midnight Sun's borders when I found two men leaning on either side of a tree trunk—one of which I recognized. "Thought I caught your scent on the wind," Zen, Alpha Quade's Delta greeted.

The sun was beatdown directly on him, yet there was no smoke, no charring, and no agony. "It’s warm," Nomo said, his voice filled with a childlike wonder. He turned to look at her, and Sofia saw that the violet spark in his pupils had softened, merging with the natural brown of his iris. "It’s actually warm. I thought it would feel like needles, but it’s just... a blanket."

“What – what’s different, exactly?” “The number here is new,” Scars said, tracing the Roman numeral for ‘twenty-three’ in black ink. Zoe looked more closely, saw that the tree was scattered with the numbers from ‘one’ all the way to ‘twenty-three’ now, and she wondered what they signified. “And Arrow added a new sunburst here.” He pointed at the bottom of the Aztec sun. “Oh, right. OK.” Zoe nodded. “What else do you want added, then?” “A rose encased in ice,” he said. “Next to the sun… right here.”