Roelin Walks The Future の小説・ストーリー

He changed from a suit to a brown round-neck polo with blue stock jeans and a pair of shoes. He went to the door, "Stubborn cat, you are grounded here till when you will learn your lesson, if you want, you can drown or starve yourself, just know it's not my doing," he said. He opened the door with his face by looking at the digital lens attached to it and the door was shut immediately of its own accord.

With that, Rio got into the driver’s seat and drove me away. "Nina, we’ve found a pair of corneas that’s a match for you." When I heard Rio’s words, I felt genuinely happy. It felt like all the pain from the past was slowly healing, and at long last, I was about to start a new life.

We are out on a team-building trip today. "Team-building?" "Basically, we came out to have some fun." Future Veronica did not reply right away. After a moment, she asked, "Is it March 20, 2025, on your side right now?" When I saw her message, I immediately switched screens and checked the date on my phone. It was indeed March 20, 2025. "Yes, that is the date," I replied. Right after I sent that, future Veronica continued, "Is the weather good today?"

Within its reflective surface, scenes began to play out — scenes from my past, Richard's past, and some that were unfamiliar, perhaps from a future yet to come. One scene in particular held my attention. It depicted me, but not the version I recognized. This Elain was dressed in regal attire, standing beside Roderick, both overlooking a ruined Eclisia. My heart raced. Was this a future that awaited us? Elain's father spoke, urgency lacing his voice, "The Heartstone is not just showing random scenes. It’s a warning, a glimpse of a potential future if the balance isn't restored." Richard turned to me, a desperate look in his eyes. "We have to change this, Elain. We can't let that future come t

She didn’t need to. Lucien joined them at dawn, scrolls tucked under his arm, his eyes unreadable. “The runes shifted,” he said. “Not in warning. In invitation.” He unrolled a scroll etched with symbols Luna hadn’t seen before—two spirals intertwined, one pulsing, one dormant. “It’s not a memory,” he whispered. “It’s a future.” Kaelion stepped forward, blade sheathed, mark dim. “Then it’s not a threat.” Luna looked at him. “Not yet.” The Grove pulsed beneath them, soft and steady. Not in fear. In anticipation.

--- As if resisting the very idea of being replaced. --- Because if this future became real— --- It would no longer be necessary. --- No longer dominant. --- No longer in control. --- The figure stepped back slightly. --- Watching everything unfold. --- Not intervening. --- Not yet. --- Because this— --- This was the moment that mattered most. --- Not action. --- Decision. --- And as Elena stood on the edge of something she hadn’t expected— As the future shifted from something designed… to something chosen— As every path forward carried a cost no one could avoid—

As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw Catherine flaunting the things she'd gotten with him that day. She held a wedding dress against her body, looking at me with smug delight. "Bella, you've probably never worn anything this nice, have you? But don't worry, after I marry Nathaniel, I'll hand this one down to you. You can wear it at your wedding." Then, she showed off a watch on her wrist, parading it in front of me. The knot of pain in my chest slowly eased into numbness, and eventually, a quiet sense of acceptance settled in.

“We build. We build something that will last. We build a future where wolves do not have to be broken to be strong.” He kissed her forehead, his lips warm against her skin. “Then we build it together.” They walked through the city as the moon rose, the celebrations continuing around them, the future waiting. Aria stopped at the eastern wall, looking out at the mountains where the figure had stood. The peaks were silent, the shadows still, but she knew the silence would not last. “The darkness that took Selena is gone,” she said quietly. “But something else is out there. Something that has been waiting longer than the first.”

[Amora’s point of view] The sunset painted the school campus golden. I walked out of the academic building to find Alessandro at the bottom of the steps. When my gaze fell on the familiar silhouette, the agony of the past crept back into me. I wore a plain black dress, my hair draped over my shoulders. I exited the building, cradling books against my chest. Next to me was a man. The man, tall and lean, wore a navy-blue suit. He carried my bag while leaning over to murmur something to me.

Lyra heard Aiden whisper: Mother, don't trust the woman wearing my face. Lyra turned. The older Lyra was standing behind her. But she was no longer alone. Beside her stood a man. Kael's face. Black eyes. A cruel smile. And a crown of blood. The older Lyra whispered: Welcome to the future you were never supposed to see. End of Chapter 116