Ransom Riggs Library Of Souls の小説・ストーリー

“We've tried that. It kept popping up with different accounts,” a rare hint of frustration coloured Lorraine's voice as she answered Athena's questions. They were in the pack house, the scent of pinewood and rain lingering from the open windows. Athena and Raymond had come straight there as soon as they landed in Silvergate. “How is that even possible?” Athena wondered aloud, her brows drawn tight. “The phantom virus,” Raymond murmured, almost to himself. “What?” He looked up, meeting the questioning stares around the table.

The soul-satisfying rumble of the motor made me smile as I clicked it into gear and took off down the street. Riding my bike as if I stole it, I zipped in and out of traffic until I reached the open road. The Rogues clubhouse came into view as I rounded the corner. An old abandoned bar had been converted into a clubhouse, the neon sign hung from the roof blinking off and on intermittently, buzzing as it swung in the wind. A veranda wrapped around the front, with tables and mismatched chairs placed haphazardly was a dumping place for bottles and ashtrays.

I felt a rough tug on my chin and the nasty breath of the oldie in my face. My breath hitched, and the hairs on the nape of my neck rose. I froze, but my heart wouldn't stop racing, and my legs couldn't stop shaking. I didn't dare make a sound. The differences between our strength was massive. I had felt his rough grip before I saw it. How the hell was I to counter that? It didn't help that my opponent was a rogue, there was no talking my way out of it. "Moon goddess," I bowed my head in defeat.

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken trees branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had their own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had the thoughts of the phantom being a product of a

Rick POV I'm closer to this cave with every heartbeat. The Seer's hideout is not something I should take lightly. She's guiding me, but still, I'm tested in this fog. I was never afraid of anything. At least, not anymore. But this fog gives me chills to the bone. My senses are not working here, only my instincts. You know the feeling, you're trapped inside a room, 'cause the lock is not opening and you start to feel overwhelmed? Now, this is a feeling I am not comfortable with.

“This is getting bigger than us. External threats are circling because of this scent and whatever is happening to you. I cannot ignore it anymore.” I rubbed my aching head, trying to steady myself. “Then let me help. I feel stronger suddenly. Like something is giving me energy instead of taking it. Maybe these fragments are good for something.” Rhydian hesitated but pulled an old leather book from a high shelf. Dust floated off it. “These are forbidden records. Pages about soul stuff that most wolves never see. See if anything makes sense to you. But be careful.”

Sixteen rounds left. Gun tucked into my waistband. The cabin was chaos. Fao and the gray wolf were locked together in the living room, rolling through the debris of my furniture, neither giving ground. Thalia had the brown wolf pinned, her jaws clamped on the back of its neck, slowly crushing. More wolves poured through the broken windows — some enemy, some loyalist, impossible to tell in the blur of fur and teeth. El. Fao's voice in my head, urgent, strained with pain. Back door. NOW.

While we kept walking further into the pack house I openly stared at the parts I had never been privileged enough to see. The art on display was beautifully made and very inspiring. But what really got my attention was the room filled with books. There must have been a million books in there. “Wait here, he'll see you in a few minutes” Beta Damon said, looking at me a second longer than usual. I felt a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I didn't question it. I was sure if anything was wrong he would tell me, right? Riley took a seat while I stared at some books lined at the middle section of the library. It was really a dreamy place.

I ask, curious as the sister before me do not have the red eyes of the Soulless. “Per base there are one hundred Rogues either sold or captured by King Lupus and about three hundred Soulless at a time give or take. When some reach the damned state, they are either held back or released back into the world to die or cause havoc. Some Rogues turn Soulless because they lost all hope and the cycle of having to find Rogues to do the chores or warm the bed of the King and his advisors begin again.” Mira answers, taking the shirt handed to her by Abigail and changing into it without hesitation. Abigail sighs as she continues searching until she finds what she is looking for, a large black hoodie th