Parahexilian Creatures Of Sonaria の小説・ストーリー

Horan stabbed his blood smeared longsword into the damp ground and glanced at Raon. "What is it?" Raon replied, also busy with his slaughtering. "Send Hexana. Tell Izfar about our situation." Hexana is Raon's spirit animal, a cross breed between a phoenix and water dragon, which is good at sending Intel. The fact that Horan who was usually quick witted to want Raon to send Hexana so quickly must have mean he noticed something wrong. "Alright." Raon agreed. Soon after that, an orange reddish aura started seeping from beneath his feet as it twisted and turned, forming to a shape of what it looks like to be of a huge bird.

But before they could reach the river, a strange sound echoed from the ground behind them. Aria turned her head. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw black mist creeping from the earth, slithering like a living serpent hunting them. The air turned ice-cold, and the sharp scent of metal filled her nostrils. Rael cursed under his breath. “They’re coming again.” Lorian halted briefly, staring at the mist that moved at an unnatural speed. “Dark shadows…” he murmured. Aria swallowed hard. The creatures emerging from the mist looked more terrifying than before. Their bodies were gaunt, taller than an average human, with long, gleaming claws. Their glowing red eyes radiated pure hatred.

Severin's determined tone reverberated like a thunderbolt. He unleashed his level three paragon aura, tearing apart the surrounding space and whipping up a tempest of wind. Halbert's expression froze upon hearing Severin's resolute tone, but the stiffness was only momentary. A playful smile tugged at his lips. In his eyes, level three paragons could be crushed with the simplest of movements. As a core disciple of the Yellow Tribe Sacred Land, his demonic skills rivaled those of a level six paragon, earning him the respect of people like Blake.

His son, Ben, was my best friend, as our parents were before us. It was Darren Richards who filled in the blanks for me. He put my memory loss down to childhood trauma. That witnessing my parents brutal murder had been the trigger. My mind blocked out everything as a way to protect myself from the pain of loss. The last thing I know, is that we are not alone in this world. That living amongst us are all manner of creatures that would do us, humans, harm. That the Hunters were created to protect humans from these creatures. I found this out when I turned 10. Darren brought me and Ben to his headquarters, he explained to us that it was creatures that killed my parents. That if we wanted to, we

It looked like a cross between a manta ray and a nightmare—sleek, bio-luminescent, and trailing long, whip-like tentacles that crackled with blue lightning. “Subject 003-Gamma strain detected,” the AI’s voice was devoid of panic but terrifying in its implication. “Local Designation: Sky-Sirens. Countermeasures engaged.” A dozen more creatures burst from the cloud layer below. They didn't fire missiles; they opened their mouths and let out a sound that transcended hearing. It wasn't a noise. It was a psychic shockwave. Scarlett screamed, clutching her head as a blinding white pain lanced through her skull. The ship’s controls flickered and died. The song wasn't just hurting them; it was rewri

Nova ran and let the harpoon sink instinctively. The middle of the three figures occurred. She wore some kind of armor from shed, black chitin and held a long spiral trident from pure Consortium titan. “You stayed dry,” said the figure. Your voice was that we were talking about had heard – gurgelling, vibrating and characterized by a strange accent, as their voices would not have been made for speaking in the air. Kael lowered his rifle, but turned half in front of me. “We are the heirs by Ouroboros. We come from the light of the sun. Who are you?”

I won’t do it, I wouldn’t want to. I reach up, caressing his face. “Tell me.” Instead, he drops the walls in his mind and I see it. The arena, the harpoons that are stationed all around the arena. Harpoons meant to bring down dragons. And then, I see the memory of Tana sniffing something. “The paralytic.” I hear her say in his memory. “This paralytic works on dragons?” I ask him. “Yes. Ishir said there are hundreds of them around the arena. That doesn’t include the harpoons…”

I continue, pointing a finger at the now unmoving lycan. For a moment, Barren doesn't speak as his eyes take me in, making sure that I'm not lying about not being hurt. "Barren," I snap, my frustration spiking. "Explain! Now!" "Right," he sighs, taking a quick look at the lycan as if he expects it to move. "It's called a somnium beast. They only exist in the dream realm, and they're what my father forced me to create to help him take out those who opposed him."

"Especially if it's for the honor of the pack." Haria didn't speak anymore as she suddenly remembered the reason why she decided to join the war against the Night Warriors Pack. "You're right, Grandpa," Haria replied as she straightened her body and wiped the tears that flowed down her cheeks. "They killed my sister and took my son, Christian. So they all deserve to die," she continued in a hard voice filled with hatred. Then, she realized that she did not actually see who she believed killed her sister, and they were Jacob and Divine. She was also unable to discover where her son was, or if he was actually at the camp of Night Warriors Pack, together with Jacob.

His little dragon looked at him for a long time, before his eyes widened, and he screamed to the point where Xilias put his hand on his ear from the intensity of the screaming. “Oh my God, Cailias he looks like the great master.” Before he could answer, his eyes widened, after the thunderbolt came when he said Alpheus "What is that strange creature?" He paused, narrowing his eyes before speaking sharply "Are you one of the magicians that Marco sent to spy on us?" “casilias, how could this person be able to see me? This is impossible, even our race. There is only one race that is able to see us, the Zyrus.”