Orange Lantern の小説・ストーリー

Horan stood up after stabilizing his breath. "Nothing form them, but..." Raon stepped closer to Horan and showed him an orb that was covered in a thick hempen cloth. It's colors were black and white and it emitted a familiar aura. "What is this?..." Horan took a closer look. They both inspected the orb for awhile and decided to bring it back with them to report to Izfar. Then, they continued investigating the area.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

"Violet! That’s a Lightning Orb! It’s a grade-four magic core, insanely rare, only forms where storm spirits die, do you know how much this is worth?! We could buy a small island! Hug your baby dragon! Hug it now!" The dragon puffed up, looking smug, then pounced on another bush and started digging like a truffle pig on caffeine. Within seconds, it unearthed a trio of glittering red berries, each pulsating with a dim golden light. I blinked, totally lost. "Let me guess, those are super dangerous and also edible?"

I don’t really have a plan other than get the ball as early as possible and keep it. Luckily for me there have been some rivalries building on and off the field, and due to strict enforcement of the rules, on the field is the only place they can be settled until the tournament ends. Hopefully that will mean at least some of my opponents will be preoccupied. New Moon’s flag flaps at the edge of the field, marking my starting position. Ralph and Rudy are positioned either side of me, the two of them wielding our pack’s signature Damascus broadswords, grinning like Cheshire cats. They are here for the carnage, not the notoriety that comes with placing on the leader board. The swords are all par

MAEVE POV “A lunar banquet?” I repeated, eyes widening. I turned my attention back to the hustling omega servants down below as they hastily gathered the fallen banners and continued to decorate the courtyard. Slowly, the space was beginning to line with ornate fabrics of a beautiful deep mauve, bordered with royal gold, and in the center of each banner rested a bright amber circle, surrounded by a shrinking spiral of smaller, similarly toned circles. Behind the circle was an archer’s bow of amber, taut and primed to fire.

And so, they headed out together, to see the lanterns. The breeze by the river was a bit chilly, messing up her hair. She tucked it behind her ears, which were filled with the innocent voices of children. "Mommy, this lantern is shaped like a panda, it’s so cute!" "Mommy, this one is a giraffe." "And this one is a lion." Scarlett couldn't help but admire the lanterns. Suddenly, a child running too fast didn't see where he was going and bumped into Scarlett's leg. The child, holding a candied hawthorn stick, looked up and called out, "Mommy...

“YOU BOUGHT THE WRONG LANTERNS!” I just laughed and shook my head in silence. We were all here in the same positions, trying to take care of any homecoming stuffs, but Olive somehow put herself in charge. Nobody even tried to go against her, so they just nodded and did what she said. “I’ve reminded him a million times to buy yellow or white paper lanterns—look how he ruined it!” Olive came back to my spot after scolding Ronny. She sighed heavily. “Good Lords, I don’t think we can finish this on time.”

Lyca" I saw how the circle metal with a long metal stick was put into the fire and the circle metal has an engraved wolf trademark of each clan its big as my palm. Then when the metal gets ready they seal it through my back at the upper right side. I want to shout because it's so damn hurt but I couldn't get a chance because the ZORNZON elder talks and he wants us to repeat after him what's the promising oath word. After that, the celebration begins but Some guards approach Orfeo so maybe they will go get him and put him into jail now. I stand up and walk to them.

What she didn’t know— was that this small act— would make him far more dangerous tonight. Soon, they arrived at the fruit-gathering area. Clar’s curiosity flared. She wanted to pick everything—but the original owner rarely left the cave. Her memory held almost nothing about these fruits. She looked at Lucas helplessly. “I know the orange one—Luna picked it before. But what’s this red one?” Lucas explained patiently. “The orange one is Sweet Fragrant Fruit. The red one is Sour Fruit.” She picked one and tasted it. Sour— very sour.

The final red lantern was not just a light; it was a beacon. It burned with a fierce, unwavering crimson glow before a grand pavilion of black and gold stripes, larger and more ornate than any other structure in the carnival. Flags bearing the phoenix emblem snapped in a wind that didn't seem to touch the rest of the grounds. This was the heart.