Red Room Urban Legend の小説・ストーリー

"It is stated inside the legend that there has been a war among the 2 worlds and after that war, no information may be heard approximately about them." --- An everyday tenting trip... "Attention, students of Darkson University, we are nearly at camp Ever Realms!" --- "Welcome to camp Ever Realms, everyone! I'm your camp director, Addison Mendoza, and that is my team." Doing camp sports... Camp events... Scary stories... "Do you know the legend of Ever Realms?" --- Not until... "We're gonna die here! This place is too dangerous!" "For you all to go back to your world, you must collect the four elements. Bring them to me and we'll open the portal."

Silas stared at the three guys in front of him. "According to this book written by our ancestors and kept by the Queen and King, Red Woods is the last empire of living vampires nowadays. In short, we are the last vampires standing. Decades ago, Red Woods is divided into five regions: Auburn of North, Cerise of East, Vermillion of Metropolis, Carmine of West, and Carnelian of South. We are now at Vermillion." He flipped the book, showing the map to Jet and Raze while pointing at the regions.

Her eyes looked through every dark opening of the place, like an open window upstairs or a cluster of black shadows in the first floor of the dormitory building. Rather than worrying about the famous white lady and grandmother ghost of this part of the world, she was more concerned if this place had already become a hideout for criminals or gangs. It just seemed to be a perfect place for that. Look, what better hiding place could there be apart from what the common populace avoided due to a so called supernatural phenomenon? She sighed. Maybe the girl ghost they said sighted within was actually just a silhouette of a female lunatic or rule breaker camping inside. To see is really to believe.

He was in such a state, yet he was still alive and supporting himself. At the same time, there was a new commotion at the passage entrance. This time, an expanse of tiny, densely packed red bugs crawled over from the passage entrance. These bugs looked bizarre, like a swath of red mist while emitting rustling sounds. Looking at these creatures, the Blood-knife old man shouted, “It’s the Blood-red Ghost Bugs! Everyone, be careful! You must never let these bugs burrow into your bodies!” The crowd paled upon hearing the name of the Blood-red Ghost Bugs.

I shoved my dick inside my pants as I smelled the disgusting scent of a redcursed. Fredden checked from the glass wall separating us from the normal section and turned his head laughing. “Another redcursed. Do you want to play the hero? I kept a mask on me.” “I think it isn’t safe in here. I should probably head back.” Between the sluts sitting at the lap of a knight, there was a mixed elvish human with eyes turning to black, her white skin slowly turning to shades of grey and she had her hands around her head, stopping herself from killing. The people who knew the threats threw their lovers and ran towards the exit; the whores crawled to the doors; the mercenaries hired to keep this brothe

After all, the 'Scarlet Angels' probably didn't differ much from the rest of their race, so you'd assume that ordinary angels look similar. I was so happy to learn something more about the old legend, but at the same time I wondered if all these were the delusions of a mentally ill man. Therefore, I could not fully enjoy it, because this whole story told by him did not prove one hundred percent that the 'Scarlet Angels' are real. If it was me who could see them in person, I would have no doubts. However, all I learned were stories from the mouth of a man who brutally murdered women he considered promiscuous. That's why I knew I needed to learn more, much more. I just had no idea where to loo

I looked around the environment with sleepy eyes. “This is the place... we are here,” Nico repeated. It was an old hut quite alright, and ravens were everywhere it freaked me out. “Typical witch's den right?” Nico read my mind. We moved closer to the haggard door and pushed it open a little. It sounded rusty like no one had been in there for years. But the mixture of potion cooking in the pot said otherwise. Someone was here. “Why do they always live like this?” I turned away from the scary-looking doll to meet Nico’s eyes. “Must be a mystery.”

Lorenzo had a thoughtful expression for a few seconds before responding. “Technically, the room can’t actually pass on as a red room cause it’s barely set up.” He continued and I blinked at him once again, still feeling very confused. “So, back to your initial question… a red room is a standard room for a dom… and a sub.” He continued and somehow, when I thought I couldn’t get anymore confused, he went and proved my subconscious wrong without hesitations.

Ivy spilled over the stones like vines, windows shuttered with heavy iron, the kind that told you this place was once meant to keep something in or keep someone out. We stepped off the boat and approached the old brass door. The key slid into the lock as if it had always belonged there. Inside, the air shifted - thick, dusty, dry like parchment. The foyer opened into a long hall lined with faded portraits, faces with no names. And at the very end, a crimson door. No signs. No labels. Just that eye symbol burned into the center like a brand. The Red Room. I paused before the handle. Jeffery looked at me. “We don’t have to do this.”

Not hers. But the world would never believe that. In town, candles lit in windows. Old women whispered prayers. Children clung to their fathers’ legs. Because a legend had come true: The Hollowborn Alpha had begun killing again. And none of them knew if the next knock would be claws… or her.