Savage Crown 소설 & 이야기

Knew the tightening of her flesh and the pounding thud behind her eyes, the short gasps and quiet hallucinations were all baggage she’d agreed to carry when, molten poker in hand, she’d melted the sobbing flesh of her beloved’s wounds. And the vision of beautiful Saint Rose standing before her, the crown of spikes lodged in her skull. Then kneeling, moving close. The scent of punctured flesh and dried blood filling her nose. Saint Rose lifting her hands to her head, gripping the crown, her knuckles white. Saint Rose’s tears, her chin quivering in silent sobs, as she pulled and tugged and twisted, the spikes releasing bone with a dull pop. Torn flesh following, reluctant to release blood-soak

I didn't focus on enjoying the beauty of all the objects I saw because my mind was focused on the ring and the man. "Look beautiful, don't you think?" Anthony put his arm around me, we stood on the edge of the roof looking at the beauty around us and I asked, "Anthony, what is this gemstone called, why is it red like blood?" He chuckled, "It's not a gemstone darling, it's our blood mixed and crystallized like a gemstone, isn't it?" I gaped at him, "When did you take my blood?" I asked. What parts of my body did he steal besides my heart and blood?

Could they be stronger than my family? "Where we dominate half the world in business, they dominate the rest and not just in pure business but also in science and technology" mum explained. "If there's anyone that can go head to head with us, it's them and honestly Aito, they've been giving us a really tough time for the past few years. The leader is that short man with the blonde hair. His name is Igarashi Asahi" Igarashi Asahi...

Taking a breath, Brawen seemed to find it difficult to calm down. If God's Crown naturally disappears, there's nothing to worry about, but if it's stolen, I'm pretty sure, because how much god must that person be to be able to get the Divine Crown that is behind. Brawen that she did not know. Brawen glanced around. The Crown of God is created by Titania from eternal light, but around the royal palace is still bright as day and the flowers are still blooming and blooming, proving that the Crown God is still here, very Very close.

*** The albino looked at the photo in his hand, his face etched with grief. The love of his life. His wife. The woman he’d been with for over a century. She was no more. Killed by the bloody wolves of Stanwood Pack during the battle that saw the collapse of his clan. That little girl had no idea what she and her savage bunch had taken from him. If she did, she wouldn’t have made a deal with him. His thirst for vengeance was definitely more intense than the need to live.

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.

"My blood is the same color as yours, Rogue. Red. Spills are just as easy." "True," he conceded, taking a slow sip of the scotch. He savored it, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "But the lineage? The heritage? That’s where the story gets interesting." He opened his eyes, that unnerving intelligence focused entirely on me. "Silas reacted to the Crown of Azura because he knows its history. He knows it was the sigil of the Azura family. What he *doesn’t* know… what very few know… is the connection that sigil has to *this* coast. To *these* people."

Zayn dragged himself upright, his bloodfire guttering, smoke rising from the burns along his arms and chest. His knees buckled, but he forced himself steady, his blade trembling in his grip. His voice was hoarse, stripped down to the bone. “That’s not the crown.” Adrien didn’t take his eyes off the void claw tearing its way higher, ripping the cavern open wider with every pull. “Then what the hell is it?” “The abyss itself,” Zayn rasped. “The one the crown was made to serve.” A second hand shot upward, slamming into the ground and pulling. The cavern split further, stone walls tearing open like fabric.

The crown sparkled in the sunlight, made with silver branches shaped like moonlight vines. Kendrick turned to Rina and said, “With this crown, I name you Luna of the Crystal Pack, my equal, my heart, and the mother of our heirs.” He placed the crown on her head. For a brief moment, there was silence, and then the entire crowd erupted in a thunderous cheer. The sound of howls filled the air, echoing across the hills. Wolves shifted in excitement, lifting their heads to the sky. The music began again, louder this time, and flowers were thrown into the air.

Though clarity followed soon enough. “Let go of me, you bastard,” he growled. “Who the hell are you?” Damien asked. “You aren’t one of my pack.” “I’m a rogue, and damn proud of it,” Crow said. He grinned, that same shit-eating grin was even more unnerving without the skull mask. His eyes were wild, even with the large bruise blooming over half-his face. He looked crazed. “Feel that, Alpha? It’s shame. A rogue destroyed your warriors.”