Nezuko In The Sun の小説・ストーリー

"I want everything to look perfect, Georgia." Nikita Scott’s sharp voice sounded through the packhouse hall for the third time that morning. “Today must be flawless.” The servants scrambled faster. “Yes, Luna Nikita,” Georgia whispered nervously before hurrying away. Nikita stood in the center of the grand hall with pride glittering in her eyes. The entire packhouse smelled of expensive perfumes, roses, and power. Today was important. Alpha Zenith Beckham, the most feared Alpha King of the Northern territories, would officially announce Keroline Scott as his future Luna before the entire pack.

Our claws touch for a fraction of a second, and the pack bond clicks in my head. He is the king of the sun kingdom. The land where the sun never shines, yet his eyes burn with the raw light of a star. The white king walks toward Betty, his gaze lifting to the sky. He raises both arms toward the sun. A strange, heavy pressure drops over the forest. The light begins to bleed out of the air. The bright afternoon fades into a thick, artificial twilight as the trees turn to charcoal shadows. It is done, the sun king’s voice echoes in my mind. I can hold the solar energy inside my own body for one hour. Your friend Novalee thought this would give her a chance.

Enzo holds up a small, delicate flower with a deep, vibrant blue color, its petals shimmering in the light. Nyx’s eyes widen. “That’s a rare herb.” Jonah nods enthusiastically. “It grows only in places blessed with strong magic. I thought it would make a good gift.” Enzo beams, holding the flower toward her. “It’s for you, Mom. So you’ll be strong. The strongest!” Nyx takes the flower, her heart swelling with love for her son and the village that has sheltered them. She meets Lorenzo’s gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. They’ll treasure these moments, these fleeting days of peace.

The grass was green, beautifully green and clean. I noticed the big trees with roots perfectly planted into the ground. They all grew in the same manner, brown barks with no scratches, stems growing at the same length, and leaves drooping but not falling. As my eyes excitedly traveled up the trees, I noticed something strange about the sky. “Where's the sun?” I muttered skeptically. “There is no sun,” My head snapped to the left where he stood. “There is no night or day in Juzarh. It just stays this way.”

Apollo, the Sun God, stood on a plateau of blazing light, the heat and intensity of the sun's core muted by his divine presence. He gazed across the golden expanse, where Jolene, his radiant fiancée, played with their children. The backdrop of towering solar flares and swirling plasma clouds only highlighted her ethereal beauty. Her laughter echoed like musical chimes amid the sun's roaring energy.

** {{ I suppose Neeko has gotten to work now then }} I sit up and touch him on the cheek {{ thank you for coming to me and I am glad you got to get everything off your mind and chest, you can head back because I'm sure Mikelis will come looking for me soon }} He helped me up and we both walked out onto the balcony and watched as the lightening flashed across the sky and the thunder followed after [[ be careful okay? ]] {{ I will, don't worry }} he placed a quick kiss on my forehead then vanished right before my eyes just as I felt a rush of energy course through my body. I feel refreshed and much more energized, I make my way from the bedroom and outside and watch up to the roof where I not

Both Ione and Jenna fell, and all the flowers in their basket fell upon Purple. “ya! Purple, you started me !” Ione screamed. Purple laugh at them. “Seriously purple, I just got a heart attack,” Jenne said, placing her hand on her heart. “what going on here? Are you guys celebrating something,” Purple asked while removing flowers from her head. “yes, purple, it’s the Sun festival; today is the day when all pack members gather around Amber River, also called River of the sun, to pray to the rising sun.

* "You're my rising sun. I am the moon turned full Our space is the sea." Kazuha looked at the horizon saying the poem while her feet submerged in the water. She listens to the waves feeling fairly peaceful after taking off her hearing aids. Ryosuke was sitting on a beach chair watching the view. He has been getting treatment for his back. While it isn't curing it, he feels some relief. That poem is beautiful. Who is it for though? Ryosuke thought and is immediately shocked upon noticing Kazuha stare back at him. "That poem, who is it for?" He says.