Onyx Kings Of The Grail の小説・ストーリー

We held onto each other, two halves of a fractured whole finally snapping back together in the dark. In the corner of the room, standing entirely silent and fiercely vigilant, Ronan lowered his head in a deep, respectful bow. His stormy grey eyes never left me, a silent vow that no matter what storms were coming for the Onyxclaw pack, the Princess would never stand alone again.

As he stood outside the crown princess' drawing room and his eyes watched her crying quietly, a wicked smile made it's way to his lips, he understood everything now. Crossing paths with the mother and now, meeting the daughter crying made Onyx realize something— He could never find a better opportunity than this. With a devious smile, he stepped into the room with a small knock. Xylah's head snapped towards the entrance as another smile crawled up his lips. "Wel, hello there.. your Highness"

On the other hand, Onyx had lied that he was traveling out for a business trip, rather than taking the usual route, he ordered his driver to take another part, the part the driver dreads. It was the way leading to the vampire kingdom, the wolves long time enemy, at least to other wolves as Onyx had figured a way to make peace with its current leader. For Onyx, he just offered them a deal, one which the greedy king could not refuse. He told his driver to wait at the boundary as he, on foot, entered the kingdom.

I look at my hand and I am holding a dead wizard. “Bruce, we need Adam back, bud,” Joshua looks at me. “Bruce,” Lucas looks at me. “Come on man, give Adam control.” “I need to see my king,” I drop the wizard. I am a loyal Lycan of Royal Blood. My allegiance to my King is absolute. Above all, even to Adam. I kneel next to my King. “Oh, great Caesar, I come to pay tribute.” I can feel my King in there. He has been restless all day. Something about my mate has him stirring.

By sunset, rumors about me would spread through every corner of Noctis Academy. The walk to the Headmaster's Tower was strangely quiet. The professors remained behind to restore order while only the Headmaster led the way, accompanied by the four Crown Kings. The realization made me increasingly uncomfortable. Why were they following us? Surely the Headmaster didn't need four of the academy's strongest students to escort one frightened first-year. The answer became obvious when I accidentally glanced behind me. Lucian walked with his usual composed expression, though his silver eyes never strayed far from me. Kael looked as though he had dozens of questions but was forcing himself to remain

She asked. "He had been feeding me lies from the beginning," Rory replied, which made Tinsley frown. "What lies?" "I'll tell you when you return from the vacation." She replied and that made Tinsley annoyed. "I swear, if you don't tell me right now, I'll return to the country right away." Tinsley threatened, which made Rory sigh. "Onyx is a leader in the underworld. He's the famous ruthless CLAW known in the underworld. I have always thought that he was a poor person. I..." Rory broke into tears in the privacy of her room.

“Only with one eye now. That’s only half the connections.” I laughed and Finn snorted. “Come on, Sil. Show me what you’ve got before these two loop you into their tin hat conspiracy theories. Cause that’s what this is headed.” Shaking his head, Noah took a sip of his beer. “All I’m saying is that there is another supernatural race that is born solely to live under your bed.” “He’s right. There have been…” Finn filled him up but Aelia threw a chip at him. “Shut it, both of you. Crazy fucking wolves.”

he said, and I frowned at this. “Conspiring? I just got here, and why would anyone do such a thing?” I asked them and Taylor smiled. She patted my back, “you are not a very important person,” she said. “Emma, I believe that you must have had your fair share of problems as both a rouge and an omega in that pack,” he said, and I nodded. I have had more than a fair share, but I didn’t say that. “Well, there are also other problems one must face when they become high-ranking individuals,” The Lycan King added.

I expand my aura, at the same time as my claws grow and slash the palm of my hand, causing blood to flow. "I, Ghost Wyvern, descendant of the ancient dragons and son of Selene, with Klaus Brandr, challenge Hoff Altman and his Lycan Gollum to a duel to the death for the title of Sovereign of the Lycan race." This is a sentence full of power, something that anyone who wants the title can speak. So I see a silver glow appear on the ground, forming a circle, leaving just me and Hoff inside. Several howls follow, from both sides, those who are still loyal to me against those who are on Hoff's side.

Around it stood three men. No — not men. They were too tall, too broad, their movements too fluid, their presence too powerful to be human. Their eyes caught the firelight in unnatural shades — molten gold, storm gray, deep amber. Lyra froze at the edge of the clearing, her breath caught. She had heard stories of the Alpha Kings — rulers of the pack, stronger than any wolf, feared even by their own kind. But she had never believed they were real. The one with gold eyes turned first. His gaze locked on hers, sharp and unwavering. “You’ve wandered far from home,” he said, his voice deep enough to rumble in her chest.