Ring Of Chaos の小説・ストーリー

I’ll have the credit of killing the monstrous Death Kings. I reach the door. I open it and Julia gasps at the sight of the tattooed one-eyed man in a black pleated skirt. I cleaned him off after removing his eye. “This is Ransom Oaks! He is one of the Chaos Boys. He is the psychotic stalker of the group.” Well, it gets more and more interesting. I now know his real name. She is a fountain of Chaos knowledge and of how this city works.

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

“He is at the bottom of the well, where I should have sent you. I will not make the same mistake this night. Come out! Let me in!” “Miranda! Was he wearing his Guardian’s Artifact? “Of course he was, even called out for him. Curral never came. He would never face me. Not for that. Curral Understands. They all need to understand. Sacha needs to understand!” “Understand what?” “That you are being betrayed, and so you betray me! There needs to be a new order. The old one will fall. Let me take you before then. Sacha will understand.” “Help me understand.”

I wasn't able to see it entirely because it was dark and made my way towards the front porch. I sensed him behind me and heard the sound of the keys. I tried to move aside so that he could unlock the door but he caged me from behind with his strong muscular arms, his hot breath tickling my neck. I saw the veins on his forearms popping out as he twisted the doorknob and I got in, feeling hot and flustered. Jesus, why was I always horny around him? The chemistry between me and Xavier was insane, making me go nuts.

I turned to find the young rogue who had appeared days earlier, his expression grave. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice wary. “I needed to show you something,” he said, his tone urgent. He led me deeper into the forest, where a clearing opened to reveal an ancient stone circle. The air here was heavy, charged with a strange energy that made my skin prickle. “What is this place?” I asked, stepping cautiously toward the center. “It’s a relic of Nyxia’s power,” he explained. “The chaos unleashed by dissolving the mate bond system has drawn her attention. She’s growing stronger.”

Between heaven and earth, only an almost absolute silence remained, so quiet that one could hear the low-frequency thrum of a pulse beating slowly through the void. Beneath his feet was no longer decayed leaves and bones, but a circular plaza paved with stone. The plaza spanned dozens of meters in diameter, and the ground was engraved with runes so complex they made one dizzy. The dark-golden patterns interwove and spread like blood vessels throughout the entire core of the formation. Within every line flowed Heaven's Power that had never extinguished for countless eons. At the center of the core of the formation, a slowly rotating mass of Chaos hovered in midair, black shot through with gol

The air started to thrum, thickening, vibrating from the energy building around them. The red and silver lines shimmered into existence on the floor, intricate, twisting patterns forming the Moon-Chaos sigil. The circle pulsed faintly at first, then with increasing intensity as Allistair poured more of his Chaos into it, drawing in Lucifer's Void energy both as a stabilizer and amplifier. The two forces entwined like twin serpents, coiling, twisting, feeding the sigil with life, with death, with power that felt too large for mortal minds.

All he seemed to care about was the fact that he was interrupting his little torture moment. “Sawyer, what emergency?” he asked. “There is a strange disease eating up the plants. It seemed to have been injected by someone...” Sawyer explained. And with each word, his eyes moved away from Coal and fell on Cat. She gulped. No. Coal dropped her chin, gave her one deadly glance. “I will deal with you later.” Then they both stormed out of the room. Sadly for her, they did not forget to lock the door behind them. “Nooo!”

Ramona and Slyvia stopped their argument and turned to her. “ What in the world are you becoming? You take every opportunity to have someone fuck you” Ramona fired disgusted “ what in the world I am becoming is a whore, a bitch, a prostitute” Lyra fired back at her then turned to her “ Your business should be your daughter, mind her” Ramona gasped “ You will not talk to my wife in that manner” “ How dare you talk back to my mother?” They said in unison but Lyra was exhausted. “You will not be a bitch in my house, you will marry Remy Hawthorne”Taylor said angrily and Lyra scoffed and turned to him she had never heard of the name, she doesn't know who but she smiled.

I sighed there. The vintage strokes of Villa Alca's name somehow felt nostalgic to me. The trees filled my eyes. I slowly rolled my eyes there. There's too many tree, and it seems like the theme of this city is full of vintage. "We can roam around here, Ria." "And there's a little concert happening there…" he said.