Poison The Well Trembling Level の小説・ストーリー

They tethered her to a second sigil carved deep into the stone rim of the well, its lines filled with crushed obsidian and dried wolf’s bane. I didn’t waste a second. My trembling fingers fumbled the phone, stabbing at Malcolm’s number. The line connected in two rings. “Malcolm,” I hissed, voice low but urgent, eyes locked on Jennifer’s motionless form. “We found her. She’s at the old well, the one near the Black Pines. We burn the first sigil and amulet but the threads… they’re anchored to a second sigil where now we found Jennifer. Someone’s using the well as a focal point.”

I could see it again. I saw myself walking toward her. And then— My body collapsing. Pretending. Pretending like I had fainted. The nurse dropping the tray. The sound of metal and glass hitting the floor. Her voice calling for help. Her footsteps rushing away to get the doctors. And me— Standing up. Rushing to the medicine bottles. My shaking hands opening the bottle. Adding the poison. My breath came out in short, frantic gasps. “Stop!” I screamed. My voice cracked through the empty house.

My hands clasped, my knuckles white as I lean forward in my chair. “Let’s get this over with,” I say, my voice tight. “I have patrols to review.” Vorlag sits to my right. He looks like a man who’s already read the ending of the book and finds it to his liking. “Patrols can wait, Alpha,” Vorlag says smoothly. “We have a more pressing matter regarding the incident at the Little Fountain.” “The poisoning has been contained,” I snap. “The healers have purged the well. The sick are recovering.”

Chapter 14 The Well of Souls The cavern was silent, save for the rhythmic dripping of water from the stalactites and the ragged breathing of the men at the center of the drama. Laila felt the cold stone of the floor beneath her feet, but her blood was boiling. The liquid moonlight in the well seemed to pulse in time with her own heartbeat, a deep, resonant thrum that vibrated through her bones.

Brandon's parents, on the other hand, stopped trying to discipline him altogether and chose to leave him to his own devices. Brandon was starving every time he came by my place during those few days. He had planned to scrounge a meal off Vivian, but he didn't expect that she'd just kick him out on the spot. Having lost everything, Brandon went down an extreme path and stabbed Vivian to death with a knife while she was home alone. Vivian, ironically, had brewed a cup of tea for Brandon that day, and according to the police investigation, that cup of tea was poisoned. I merely smiled when Mom told me all of this, thinking that they had only gotten what they deserved.

" Lisa widened her eyes in shock when she heard his voice. However, before she could say anything, another wave hit. She gasped and fainted. She went limp, and her full weight dragged me down. Tears ran down my face, but I bit my lip and stayed silent. The sea wind carried their voices to me. "How did you fall in? Where is Elsa?" "She pushed me! She wanted me to disappear, right here at sea. Then she ran and hid… "I feel so sick, Wayne—" "Stay awake, Jessy!" "Turn the ship around! Take Jessy to the best hospital!" "But both Mrs. Hiltons are missing. I think they both fell in, too."

This was a shadow government, a ghost army hiding in plain sight within the cracks of Rhys’s administration. Once the sound of the guard's footsteps faded into the distance, Caïn exhaled, his hand slowly releasing the hilt of his dagger. "The Weeping Well," he whispered, his face grim in the shadows. "It’s in the ruins of the Old City, beneath the crumbling aqueducts. It’s a death trap, Elara. There is only one way in, and one way out through the main arch." "Or," I replied, the fear in my chest crystallizing into a cold, surgical focus, "it is the perfect place for a massacre."

she murmured. The lead spirit gave a solemn nod. "And now you must remember before it is too late." The earth trembled. The sky cracked wider. Something deep beneath the ruins stirred. And the true enemy of the Moonborn… Began to wake. ---------------------------------------------- The ground beneath them trembled, sending a deep, resonant hum through the ruins. Dust and ice fell from the crumbling ceiling as an unseen force shifted in the depths below. Lillian’s pulse thundered. Something was waking. Something ancient.

The silver lines beneath her skin dimmed, their glow weakening as if something was draining the life out of them instead of restoring it, and the longer it continued, the more obvious it became that this wasn’t healing. Cedric stepped forward, his voice low, edged with tension. “This isn’t right.” The water reacted. Not on the surface, which remained perfectly still, unchanged and unmoving. But beneath it, it began to thrash. The glow twisted violently around her, no longer soft or controlled but chaotic, unstable, as if something deep within the well was rejecting her presence rather than accepting it. The light surged and broke apart in uneven waves, clashing against itself without any cle

Through tear-choked gasps, one mother managed, “The… the blood well… just a sip from the blood well…” The realization hit me like a blow to the chest. The blood well was tainted. Poison. My mind raced. “Stay away from it! Do not approach the well under any circumstances!” I shouted to the crowd, my voice carrying the authority of an alpha. “This is no accident. Keep the children back!” I lifted the poisoned children carefully, ignoring the cries of their parents. My hands glowed faintly as I scanned them, feeling the venom coursing through their veins. I could slow it, yes, but the damage… The thought tightened the fist in my chest.