Osora X Arias Fanart の小説・ストーリー

The parchment was still warm from the courier's hand when Orion broke the seal. He scanned the words once, then again—each line cutting through him like the edge of a blade. If you wish to see your mate again, come to the borders of the Outlands. Alone. His jaw flexed, the paper crumpling slightly in his fist. It reeked of a trap. Even without reading between the lines, he knew Rey would never willingly offer herself up to be used as collateral. Whatever game they were playing, she was a pawn and he wasn't about to let them use her that way.

Osiris smirked “just imagine everything I will do to you once we’re both back home. Osiris left and I waited to cry before I saw he was far enough. I knew he would come back and try to console me, Osiris was too good for me. I decided to distract myself and start packing for tomorrow. I put a shirt of Osiris in my bag for me to sleep in and my engagement ring. I hadn’t worn it a lot, I was scared I would lose it if I ever needed to suddenly shift. I could wear it on Eddie’s birthday party. Every pack member would come and I liked the idea of showing them how loved I was. I know it was dumb, but they always ignored me and here I was the Luna of the Iron River pack and the mate to Osiris. They

“The seal no longer separates its voice from the world. Its influence grows with every passing moment.” Aria pressed trembling fingers against her temple as if trying to push the invading presence away. “I can feel what it wants.” Nobody liked the sound of that declaration. The words hung heavy in the air, filled with ominous weight. Ryan spoke carefully, keeping his tone even to avoid alarming her further. “What does it want?” Aria looked toward the storm-dark horizon below the mountain. Her glowing white eyes reflected flashes of distant lightning, giving her an ethereal and troubled appearance. “Everything.”

The scent was faint and could easily be overlooked but he recognized it. Arousal incence. A surge of unease mixed with anger coursed through him— his opponent was more prepared than he thought .Arousal incence was an aphrodisiac but it was very stronger than the normal type of aphrodisiac and coupled with the irresistible woman on the bed, he was losing his restraint. He reached out his hand brushing her cheek. Her skin was burning with need. She didn't pull away, in fact, she leaned into his touch and inhaled his smell like a pet who was lost but had ound her owner.

I just have to stop Aris from teaching Nickos his Casanova tricks. The two of us had no other choice but to come back to the start of the racing oval because there was no other way out. As expected, many audiences were cheering for us. It was as if Aris was the real winner of the race—because he finished it with me. Both of us just waved at them for their support until I saw an enormous banner that reads: We will support you all the way, Aris! Drey must be very proud. —from your Loveteam’s Number One Fan

Selene leaned close, her lips brushing against Aria’s ear as she pinned her wrists lightly to the mattress. Her teeth grazed the shell of Aria’s ear, a playful nip that made her shiver. “Little flame…” she whispered, voice low and teasing, “you’ve got Athena chasing you, me stealing your innocence one kiss at a time…” She let her lips trail down Aria’s neck, nibbling lightly, “…your sister Rara — the famous icon — watching over you, and now…” A soft bite made Aria gasp, “…your little friend Jules sneaking into your dreams?”

I’ve been working long hours, avoiding the politics of the pack. Something about the whole “contract Luna” bothers me deep to my core. I don’t know why. I get it, all packs need a strong Luna, it makes them better, it completes the Alpha. It just doesn’t seem like something that should be done via contract. I don’t know why the kiss happened, but still that was amazing. His scent of coffee and caramel smelled wonderful. It doesn’t help that the three of them are beautiful to look at. Osiris stands 6’9” tall, in his human form. He has a coffee-colored complexion with turquoise eyes rimmed in emerald-green. His hair is a wavy, dark, midnight black with shiny, copper highlights all throughout.

I saw no doubt in his eyes as his lips stretched, widening his smile. “Yes, she is.” A silent gasp from me was the only response he got before I averted my face to hide my blush. Did he just call me his? He did. A secret smile graced my lips as butterflies fluttered in my belly. “Congrats, man!” Dean was hugging Orlando again. “Congratulations, lady!” I tried to keep my blush at bay. “Thanks.” I couldn’t hear my voice as my lips moved. “Ari, can you hang out with Rosie and Skyler for a while? I’ll be back soon,” Orlando whispered in my ear. His eyes held a pleading look, and I understood his need to catch up with his old friend in private.

She leaned down, licked the wound slowly, her tongue trailing over the spot where she had bitten. The skin glowed. A tattoo bloomed into existence across Aria’s chest — a crest carved in divine sigil, blooming like ink in water: A serpent curling around a golden apple, its tail piercing a crown, its fangs dripping onto a rose wrapped in thorns. Eris’s mark. “I’m yours now,” Eris said, voice hoarse, hands framing Aria’s face. “Forever.” Aria’s body moved on instinct. She reached up, pulled Eris down, and kissed her hard.

Aria From the distance, I hear Asora’s voice break like a whip through the chaos. “Aria… I can’t hold on anymore!” I whip my head up. The others are already down, collapsed from exhaustion or defeat. Asora stands alone, her hands glowing as she keeps Jane at bay. Her entire body trembles, her face twisted in strain. I have no choice.