Saint Seiya Gold Saints の小説・ストーリー

I went to look away, now somewhat uncomfortable by Felix’s words but, as I was about to do so, suddenly the girl’s gaze caught mine… and I froze. “...That’s Alpha Ariadne,” Felix said. “...The most dangerous being you’ll ever come across.” And the person Felix had apparently just described then smiled at me gently, her face only full of kindness as she did so, before turning towards the other Alpha. “...Or you might know her better as the Silver Saintess.” They were words that instantly made my heart stop. I’d heard of her before, of course. Everyone knew about the Saintess. There were only two in existence and, before that, none had lived for centuries prior. They were living, breathing emb

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

“But I hear she is wolfless. How then can your wolf be drawn to hers?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to waver. “I’m led to believe her situation is temporary,” I replied. “She is a Golden Luna, after all. The lateness of her wolf—it’s merely an eccentricity. One I hope to rectify and utilize for our benefit. As my pack seeks to rise again, I hope we can continue to count Pack Darthrow as our firm allies.”

The sovereign gold in his eyes was being swallowed by a bruised, heavy purple. He felt it through the bond. The 'Gold-Madness'. A collective, psychic shriek of a thousand years of discarded pain finally finding a voice. The Failed weren't attacking a fortress; they were attacking the concept of existence. "Papa, tell the pipes to stop," Leo whimpered, his stuffy-nose breathing turning into a shallow, desperate whistle. "They're... they're biting the water." On the monitor, the Gold-Mad berserkers slammed their bodies into the primary intake of the Golden Well. The reinforced lead casing buckled. I felt the violation in my stone marrow. They weren't just breaking the equipment; they were clim

When Duke Elrica felt no pain he quickly ran over to the dragon and moved one of his hands to aim at the side of the dragon's eye. The dragon screamed in pain however, it didn't let out a loud roar but a strong wind. The Saintess saw the opportunity and attempted to aim for the dragon's neck again and succeeded. Now that the dragon could be controlled with the holy power of the Saintess trying to control the dragon whip that was in her hand was filled with a golden light. The light was a gift of holiness so it was very different from the Mana dragon being tamed when the Saintess spoke to the dragon to stop the monsters' portal of exit.

Goldfire drips from my fingertips, sizzling where it hits the stone. "Lily!" Arthur's voice is distant, muffled. The storm whispers in my ear, its voice like cracking ice: "Let us in." I press my hands to my stomach, feeling the power there—not just mine, not just hers, but something older. The goldfire surges, brighter than ever, painting the cathedral walls in hues of dawn. For one terrifying second, the storm parts. And in the clouds, vast beyond comprehension, a pair of golden eyes opens. "Mother," the wind sighs.

“We were attacked and somehow you got separated from us. You were attacked by one of the Shtrigas and passed out, right when I found you. It will take some time for you to feel 100% again, so you will have to take it easy and rest.” I nodded my head and looked down at my folded hands. “What are Shtrigas?” “In layman terms, a soul eater. They feed on people's souls and if you are ever lucky to get away from one it takes a bit to recover.” “Are we in Daemonium?” I ask with some hesitancy and he nods. I look out through the balcony doors and see an orangish purplish sky behind some mountains. “How long have I been out for?”

“It remembers wars. Names. Gods that bled. It says... I’m the echo of someone who never got to finish what he started.” Troy’s expression darkened. “Daisy. He’s too young for this.” She gripped the railing tighter. “We don’t have a choice. The old bloodline carries more than a name.” The High Seer extended a hand. “Then let the flame speak.” Elian inhaled. His eyes flickered gold — bright gold. A gust of wind rippled outward from his body. Dust lifted from the stones. A deep hum pulsed through the ground. The statues began to shake.

"Brat, you are really arrogant. Don't think that you can resist our joint attack just because you killed the heavenly killer. He is just an idiot with only one foot in the Sage Realm. The strength of those in the Demon Saint Realm is beyond your imagination!" The Golden-scale Blood Crocodile slashed out at Ding Hao with his giant axe. Boom! Both Ding Hao and the Golden-scaled Blood Crocodile were sent flying by the strong force of collision. The former had powerful physical strength, while the latter was a creature in the Sage Realm. The first round of fight ended in a tie. The Giant Blood-red Goat ignored their fight and focused on bombarding the beautiful maiden inside the blood-red light