Portia Arcana の小説・ストーリー

She blinked her eyes and said with a sigh, “Lumi, I suggest you just admit defeat.” Lumi stood dumbfounded, her eyes full of disbelief. “Portia, what are you saying? Do you want me to throw in the towel just like that?” Portia nodded helplessly. Then, Portia sent Lumi a voice transmission, “Lumi, this guy's potential is more terrifying than the two of ours combined! You've entered the painting too. Have you ever seen a holy artifact or other things that can't be suppressed by my painting?” Lumi was hesitant. After thinking about it, she looked at Portia and said, “Are you saying he has something that even the Hendrix Painting can't suppress?”

Chapter 1: The Summoning Price Candles flickered wildly in the ancient stone chamber hidden beneath the crumbling ruins of Eldrath, their flames dancing as if alive with the forbidden magic I had unleashed. My heart hammered against my ribs as I traced the final line of the intricate summoning circle with my own blood, the metallic scent mixing with the musty air of forgotten tomes and decaying tapestries. I was Seraphina Vale, a twenty-five-year-old arcane scholar who had dedicated her life to dusty scrolls and protective wards rather than the desires that stirred in my treacherous body. My form had always been a curse and a secret longing—lush, heavy breasts that strained against the laces

She continued, my strangling demon: "Dear scheming Jarngrimr hasn't stopped blathering on about you since you were conceived. Tithe to Utgardr, she says, your blood the bridge between Arcadia and the Northern Holds. Tuppence, I say. Nothing good comes of a filthy witch." The mara atop me spat in my face, her sleek auburn hair and light milky skin like the Arcadian prefects of Periland, the home of the mara race. Her large sable eyes bore into my soul, and she assumed the nightmare position, conjuring my dreams with her slender, spiked fingers in black sand. From the essence of the cloud, the mara feasted.

Jena looked back at her with a flabbergasted expression which was mixed with a lot of disgust. “And are you one too?’ She asked. “No,” Portia shook her head, “I’m a half-wolf…” Jena massaged her temples, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh, “What bullshit…” She let out another deep breath and looked at me again, “Fine, show me now.” “Right here?” I asked. “Yes,” She folded her arms, “Right here.” “I’ll give you some privacy.” Portia immediately took the hint and walked into the room while Jena watched her ‘weird’ behavior and she shut the door behind her startling my mate.

Regardless, Flavian is overjoyed to finally have someone he can talk to. He clears his throat. “I apologize for coming unannounced. I am Alpha Flavian from the House of the Wolves. I have come here to talk to the High Priestess, lady-?” Her eyes showed the slightest reaction when he spoke his name. “Alpha? An honor. I am Pantheia D’Arcy, youngest daughter of Asvaldr D’Arcy, the woman you’re looking for.” Flavian smiled. How lucky. “The honor is mine, Panthera. If it is not much of a bother, can you take me to the High Priestess?”

A small trickle of blood came from her nose and her skin was as pale as the silver of her dress. Brother? What the fuck is this guy talking about? ‘Listen.’ Arcas spoke ‘I think you need to hear this. He is not lying.’ “Fine.” I agreed reluctantly. “You see, son, the night you were conceived, I had been with a witch. A beautiful woman, the palest shade of blond I have ever seen and the most beautiful violet eyes, a whore of a woman, but still the most beautiful creature I have seen” he said, winking at me. “There was only one other that was more beautiful. With her raven hair and dark eyes.” I saw a twinkle in his eye as he reminisced over the two women.

“It’s all because of you!’ Zaria shook her head again. “I didn’t—” Anna pushed Zaria down again, this time more roughly. Zaria's words were cut off as she gasped for breath. She curled up. She tried to shield her head with her hands. Her body trembled violently. “Look at her,” Portia sneered. “She’s not arrogant anymore.” Anna grinned. Then she leaned down towards Zaria. Without any warning, she yanked Zaria’s hair. “See?” she said to Portia and Iris. “Our little bitch is starting to cry.”

The very first question left Portia feeling an indescribable sense of unease. ​ “Well? What is your relationship with Nic? Just tell us the truth, we won’t find any fault with it.” Julia said as she sat down beside her husband. She felt quite a bit of fondness for the young woman before her—not only was she beautiful, but her manners were also quite refined. ​ “I’m Nic’s girlfriend,” Portia felt compelled to say. She hoped that once Nicholas woke up, he would give them the same answer. ​ “And why the look on your face, Ms.Lockhart?” Paul asked, puzzled by the young woman’s uneasy demeanor.

"Apparently, the Blackshadow pack has a new Luna. She's very powerful and is very skilled in training their warriors to fight. The warriors who left our pack and joined them were assigned important positions." "A Luna?" Felix asked with a frown. "Apparently, the Luna is very mysterious. No one has seen her face." Felix scoffed. Just then, Portia's shrill shrieks resounded from upstairs. "It hurts so much!" Felix twisted as he rushed upstairs. Portia was thrashing around on the bed in the master bedroom. Her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat. A faint, red light pulsed under her skin, giving off the impression that something was trying to burst out of her body.

The air is… fresher. ‘I see you have company.’ ‘You mean Josh? Yeah, he’s great.’ ‘I take it Josh is a… friend of yours?’ Portia’s voice turned sly. ‘Oh, he’s my friend. He’s also Hyacinth’s friend. They get along fantastically, don’t you, Hyacinth?’ She raised her voice, pitching it directly at me. I turned around slowly, wearing my best blank, ‘who-me?’ expression. ‘Hmm? What?’