Palace Of Shadows の小説・ストーリー

Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel. “The two witch kids...have you heard about the prophecy?” The twins looked at each other being puzzled. “Oh, I see, I would be glad that I will be the one to tell your fate...” The evil of shadows made them confused. “...if one of you succeeds to become the ruler of the separate worlds, it will be the end of everything.” As Falla moved her pace to her brother trying to hide at her twin's back, Talon eventually vanished and was nowhere to be found. The evil of shadows moved closer in her direction. She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her.

They drew many vials of blood from me, but compared to the pain caused by the cancer, it was a trivial experience. In the end, the side effects of the special drug manifested even more intensely within me. Before my death, I had resembled a living corpse, wishing I could never open my eyes again. By the end, I could barely keep my eyes open because they had begun to rot. Now, witnessing Chandler’s unexpected reaction, I felt no joy, only pity. What was the point of such emotions when I was already dead? He wandered in a daze until the hospital called him, jolting him awake.

The shadows gathered return to me here, in the chamber of utter night. One by one, the shadows unhinge from the cloud of chaos around me, taking only a shadowy form of their beings until they are many beings that stand around me, almost enough to fill the throne room. I do not ask for their faces, so they remain merely designs of shadow. My eyes circle numerous shadows of slaves that surround me, each one as they emerge from chaos, before turning to Shades that still stand before me quietly, their eyes of night watching me as still as a statue.

The black ice turned to a thick, oily steam that smelled of old grave dirt and forgotten regrets. Inside the palace, the world was a labyrinth of shadows and silence. In the center of the Great Hall, Soren stood as a lone sentinel of the dark. His graphite skin was covered in a fine layer of frost, and his silver hair was matted with the ash of the shadow-fire he had been burning for days. The Shadow Pack circled him, their red eyes the only points of light in the gloom. They were not fighting the frost with heat; they were using their own "Dark Fire" to mimic the void, creating a localized vacuum that the Frost-Wraiths could not penetrate.

Muhammad tried to connect the strange events to reality, but he soon realized that this palace defied logic, and some secrets could only be understood by fully immersing oneself in the darkness that dwelled within its walls. Shams al-Duhur sat on his massive throne, silent, his eyes watching every movement, every shifting shadow within the palace. He awaited Azarukh's return from his underground journey—a journey no one had ever witnessed—and his return to recounting the voices. His silence was not merely serene; it was a containing force, a hidden threat, a coded message to anyone who dared approach his secrets. The entire place was charged with intermittent energy, as if every painting, st

The palace gates were firmly bolted, but they could feel the earth heaving beneath their feet, a mere but unshatterable promise of something else yet worse to come. In the streets outside the palace, blackened warriors marched, their faces hidden behind dark hoods. These were not the warfighters of old—no, these were but puppets, empty abominations tainted by the same dark sorcery that had claimed Miyal. They marched stiffly, unrealistically, as if shackled by some unseen chain that controlled each and every step. The great warriors of the Citadel were now but shadows of their former selves. In the center of the palace, in the throne room, the council fell silent as the heavy doors creaked o

Rather because of the sight before me. Black spires towered, running into the sky as though it was eager to touch the moon. Silver flames flickered in the brazier, giving the environment a warm glow. They were banners of crimson and onyx, flapping in the wind. The whole place felt like a fairy-tale, a dangerous one. This was the Shadow Court, the palace of the King of Lycans and werewolves alike. Actually, seeing the Dravon's palace made reality dawn on me. Everything was actually real. I am part of this Pack now, no longer the Luna of Winterwood Pack, no longer Lucien’s wife.

No answer, of course. Shadows do not speak. But this one feels… guilty. I straighten slowly. The girl. The shadow is trying to go to the girl. I feel it like a hook in my ribs. For a thousand years my power has been absolute. Shadows obey without question. They are extension of my will, nothing more. Tonight one of them has opinions. I should destroy it. I should leash every wisp of darkness in this palace until nothing moves without my say. Instead I find myself walking.

The high-ranking pack members occupied the front, closest to the massive limestone dais that rose like a cliff at the far end of the courtyard. The low-ranking human servants were corralled at the very back, packed tightly together like cattle in a pen. The freezing stone of the plaza burned right through the thin, worn-out soles of my fabric slippers. I huddled closer to Jiji, trying to block out the freezing wind that swept through the open courtyard, but she was shaking just as badly as I was. Above us, the sky looked sick. The sun was being slowly eaten by a dark, creeping shadow, casting an unnatural, grey light over the entire palace. It made the high stone walls look even taller, cast

The house looked old from the outside, but the inside is the true definition of a palace. I made sure no one suspected it was my secret house while building it. I took Amelia in quietly and laid her on my sofa before rushing into my spiritual room to bring out some spiritual stones. I tried to revive her with the spiritual stones, but it just wasn't working. I checked her pulse and realized she was almost gone. If I don't act quickly, she might die any moment from now. I hurriedly rushed her into my spiritual room and buried her inside the ashes before covering her body with dark clothes.