Novel Hall の小説・ストーリー

He eventually stopped at a heavy wooden door. “This is it.” He knocked softly. “Come on in,” a raspy voice drifted from inside. I squeezed Novel’s hand. She looked at me, searching for strength, and I gave her a firm nod. The room smelled of sweet lavender and old parchment. The walls were covered in ancient, jagged script. While I looked around for the occupant, Novel moved as if in a trance toward a specific section of the wall. Her fingers traced the carvings. “It would happen... a human will stop the return of The Myths,” she read aloud.

Looking at the woman, she asked, "Can you tell me your account which has been hacked?" She did not expect that the woman would give him her account. However, contrary to her expectations, the woman gave her her account and said, "This is my account which was hacked. Due to it being hacked, I created a new account due to which I did not need it. You can take this. But by the way, can you tell me why you know so much about this novel?"

She stood there, staring at the carton as if it had cursed her. Back in the main hall, she found Damian pouring tea. He had nothing better to do than exist in stillness. He wore another dark shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, veins barely visible beneath the skin that was too still. Damian looked like a painting, untouched by time. "There's a door at the end of the east hall," Nova said. He didn't flinch. Just stirred honey into his cup. "There are many doors in this house." "This one has a scanner," Nova said.

he gave her hand a gentle squeeze as they climbed the stairs. They moved further inside, entering a hall. Her breath hitched and she was suddenly very nervous as all eyes focused on them, remember when the female characters in the novels used to feel very uncomfortable and out of place at those high-class ballroom parties, yup I feel every single one of you, she smiled nervously.

Episode 84 Mrs June walked straight up in the hallway and then diverted into Nolan's study room, her eyes scanned through the room and landed on Nolan who sat upright with his eyes skimming through one of Shakespeare book, His Mother’s favorite. Truthfully when his mother was alive he never found any interest in those books but strangely after he met Hailey he suddenly found interest in them, He had took one of the books from library the one she had met with max and Hailey the other day, her mother’s favorite, the comedic play title ;

Finn walked up to us, giving Kai a brief hug. “I left my journal on the table,” I said, turning back into the house to retrieve it, giving them space to talk. “There it is,” I said as I grabbed the journal off the table. As I walked back out, a chill ran down my spine when I saw Halle at the end of the hallway, staring at me. I approached her by the stairs, but she didn’t move an inch. She remained still until I reached her.

Halle weighed her options, she could either try to steal alcohol from the wine rack in the kitchen or she could take a break from all the medical reading she’s been doing and find out if there’s a relaxing romance novel on one of those shelves. Halle bit her bottom lip as she found herself opening the door to the library and walking in. Just as she had expected, it was empty, or not she really couldn’t tell because of how fucking big the room was. The sight of the library took her breath away. Tall shelves that almost reached the high ceilings, stocked up with books of different colors and ages, there were at least fifteen to twenty rows of tall wooden shelves which led Halle to believe that

Because in a lot of cases, my edge was all I had to keep me alive. I really needed to find a new hobby besides giving myself an ulcer over things I couldn't control. Coven Hall buzzed with excitement as I entered, only one door open and available for entry. The massive lecture theater on the other side looked familiar, in that it shared the same décor as every other classroom on witch campus, but was three times the size of what I was used to. The little trick Coven Hall used to only allow students into their assigned classes seemed to be able to alter the size and shape of the rooms themselves.

“A doorway. Nothing more.” My breath catches. Because for the first time, I see it. This isn’t Brad. Not anymore. This is something else. Something wearing him. Something using him. Something that tricked me. My voice comes out small. “What… what are you?” He steps close enough that the shadows brush my skin like cold fingers. “I am the Hallow,” he whispers. “And you, Jason, are a pawn who mistook himself for a king.” My blood runs cold. He knows. He knows I thought killing Brad would make me powerful. He knows I believed the lies. He knows I was used. And he enjoys it.