Scooby-doo And The Curse Of The 13th Ghost Daphne の小説・ストーリー

I shove all these thoughts to the back of my mind and steady my breathing. “We have been waiting for quite some time to claim you ladies. He’s been making us wait until your deliciously curvy friend gives into him,” Mitch taunts as he takes another swig of vodka. “Emmy would never!” Daphne shouts. “Maybe. But the full moon is nearing and that mark on her neck is sending her body into heat. She’s going to be putty in Boss’ hands and then he'll get to do whatever he wants to her. She’ll mark him back in her lust-filled stupor,” Chaz says as he kneels in front of Daphne, smirking at her with an evil grin.

Then, without a word, he bent down, lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing, and turned toward the west wing. But just before we crossed the threshold, a sound sliced through the silence—low, feral. A growl. He froze. Slowly, he turned. Daphne Wolf was standing, barely—but her eyes burned with rage, and her mouth curled into a snarl. She lunged. I didn’t see his face—only the flash of silver claws, the sickening crunch of skull crushing, and the silence that followed. “You seem not to know your place.”

Monster was in his room and gave a happy yip from behind the custom gate. “Where is your girl?” Daphne asked as she opened the gate. Monster grabbed his new Frankenstein stuffed toy and ran down the hall. Following the dog, she heard Dean and JD being attacked. She wasn’t sure if the toy was squeaking from Monster chewing on it or if one of the teens was doing it. Stepping into the second bedroom, Daphne found Monster between the two on his back, happily squeaking his toy. “Anything going on here?” Daphne asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Rosa’s pain, Zerach’s guilt, the fragile thread that held their strange family together. And yet… Something was wrong. The soil was too smooth. The grass too green. No sign of decay, no scent of earth recently disturbed. It was as if the forest itself refused to claim this grave. Daphne crouched, brushing her fingers over the mound. Then she saw it — faint, but unmistakable — footprints. Small, narrow, and fresh. Leading away from the cross and vanishing into the mist. Her blood ran cold. She rose quickly, her gaze snapping toward the shadows. Every instinct screamed to turn back. To pretend she hadn’t seen. To run to Zerach’s arms and bury the truth in his heartbeat.

“Why should I trust anything you say?” “Listen to me carefully,” her face was now serious, so much so that it scared me. “I was murdered in this school and my death was covered up by the school. You are going to help me expose their evil,” “Me?” I pointed at myself to be sure I heard properly. “Yes, You Daphne. You have no idea how much power you carry within you. You are the only surviving pure Wolf goddess left. You are the only one who can help me,”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

Now she could finally breathe, her eyes widened a fraction, I could tell she knew what I was talking about. “Speak or should I make you?” She flinched at my tone, rising to her feet she ran through the door and I couldn’t help but groan. Was this really worth my time? Who cares if Daphne was possessed, she might as well be a necromancer and I’ll be more flabbergasted seeing a pig fly. I didn’t even have the option to hunt her down when a new scent filled the room. I didn’t need to look towards the door to know it was the seer.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

When I got close to Enzo, I wrapped both of my arms around his, falling into stride beside him. “You alright?” he whispered softly so that only I could hear. “I thought I heard you say…” “I’m fine.” It was a lie, but I think I was lying more to myself than to Enzo. “It’s just… creepy down here.” He pulled me closer, into his warmth and his scent. “I’m here. Always.” … “Here we are.” Daphne stopped us in front of a nondescript black door, which was situated at the end of a long passageway. Somehow, I had expected… more than this. A giant archway, maybe, or a small army of guards to fight our way though.