Scourge X Fiona 소설 & 이야기

He was quiet for a moment, then said, “I saw your hands shaking.” I didn’t answer. “I saw the way you looked at that soldier before he—before he passed.” I closed my eyes tightly. My chest ached so badly, it felt like something sharp was stuck inside. “I tried, Damien. I really did.” “I know.” “I touched him. I prayed. I begged the moon. But nothing happened. Nothing.” “Because this isn’t something normal,” he said gently. “This wasn’t a regular rogue attack.” “What was it then?” I asked him, my voice cracking again. “They used something. Some kind of dark potion. I could feel it in the air. It was heavy. It was wrong.”

The usual wolf scents were missing, indicating their enemies had meticulously planned this attack. One by one, his comrades fell. He saw Diego fighting valiantly, taking down many enemies, yet their foes seemed endless. No matter how fiercely he attacked, the rogues kept coming. "Dad!" Fiona's shout made Calisto stop in his tracks. He saw her standing behind the rogues, her eyes filled with sorrow. His heart shattered when he realized Fiona and Algern were behind this chaos—the downfall of their pack. "Fiona! Come back! It's not too late!" Calisto shouted as he continued to fight. He couldn't take his eyes off Fiona but couldn't lose focus on his enemies.

He looked as sickly as ever, but his voice was as sharp as a blade. "You two sure love playing the grieving parents," he said, tilting his head. "It almost looks real." That shut them up. Their eyes flicked to me, full of hope. Mom spoke carefully. "Jolene… you're okay. That's all that matters." I stepped forward. Pressed my fingers to the broken corner of her lips—where Fiona had scratched. Then I pushed, hard, until blood oozed from the wound. With a look of pure disgust, I wiped my fingers on her shirt.

Meanwhile Tobi had gone to tell The Scourge about her presence. The rebels started leaving out of defeat. "I guess they gave up, '' Carla smiled as she hugged Lucas tightly. She felt Lucas's body get tensed so she followed his gaze and saw the Scourge, on a black cloak coming with all aggression and authority. She quickly activated her powers. He built up a fire blast which she blocked with her hand. The Scourge moved faster than her and hit her continuously until she was weak. He then looked at this stranger who had the mark of the Madrigal's lineage which is not possible except he was an imposter.

She barely made it to the toilet before she was retching, her body trying to expel the poison in her veins. Soon, heavy footsteps pounded in the hallway. Multiple sets. Moving fast. Angry. Luna gripped the sink, forcing herself to stand. She had just enough time to rinse her mouth before her bedroom door slammed open. Damon stood there, looking murderous. Behind him, Marissa, Sophia, and Claire were clustered together, their expressions smug. And behind them, of course, was Helen. Her face was a perfect portrait of concerned sympathy that didn't reach her eyes. "Is it true?" Damon's voice was dangerously quiet. "Did you strike a member of my pack?"

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

How can she not see how desperate I am? Running the tip of her tongue across her top teeth, she stares at me as if she is trying to read my thoughts. A moment later, she exhales harshly, “I want you to explain to me who the Scourage are and what they want with my best friend before I agree to anything.” She demands, crossing her arms in a defensive stance. “I will tell you whatever it is that you want to know.” I close my eyes and sigh with relief. Walking across the shuttle, she picks up her tiny shoe and slips it onto her tiny foot. “Who are the Scourage?” She asks as she walks to where I stand.

Fiona, now stripped of all her artificial enhancements, ran over to him, sobbing hysterically. "Hugh, you've got to stand up for me! That woman ruined everything I spent thousands on! I don't care what you do—just kill her for me!" Hugh was still fuming and trying to calm his nerves when he glanced at Fiona, only to recoil in horror. "What the hell are you?!" he shouted, flinging his cigarette to the floor. Smacking her across the face, he barked, "Are you human or some kind of ghost? Get away from me, you hideous thing! How can someone this disgusting even exist?!"

“Full pardon under my personal seal, access to the Frostclaw hunting grounds, and an equal share of every bounty we claim in the Bloodmoon Trials Arena. Look at them.” Fiona is the first to reach out. Her fingers tremble slightly as she breaks the wax seal of her scroll. The second her eyes scan the detailed battle and rehabilitation plan I drafted for her, her breath catches in her throat. She doesn't look at the compensation clause first; her eyes hover over the tactical itinerary—the structured path to restore her rank, clear her name of the false treason charges slapped on her by Ezekiel Thornhart, and strip the disgrace from her bloodline. “This...” Fiona’s voice cracks, a faint whimper

Prince Caspian was the first to approach me and lend my hand a kiss. “Miss Clara, I am beyond delighted that you shall be returning to your business and estate. I might have made a few adjustments but I am sure Fiona will update you all on it.” “I am sorry. Fiona? Who is this Fiona?” I asked him. “She is your head maid. She is one of my maids in my estate but I decided to give her to you. She is trustworthy and very diligent. You will absolutely adore her and love her around your house!” “I shall trust your words, your highness,” I chuckled, not try to show my discomfort.