Second Blackfyre Rebellion の小説・ストーリー

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

How dare he? I glanced at Stefan, whose face remained a mask of indifference, cold and emotionless. But I knew him well enough to recognize the slight tension in his jaw, the flicker of anger behind his eyes. He was waiting for the right moment. “Moonsong doesn’t belong to you, Vesper. It was never yours to take. The former leadership was ordained by your father before his death.” His tone was calm as he said to Vesper, who smirked. “Words have also reached my ears that you have aligned yourself with dark forces, Vesper. You have chosen to join with beings who have no business with us. Cut ties with them, return the throne to the former leadership, or face the consequences.”

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"

When the second moon rose in the sky that night, they had to admit they had lost. Shay fought through her intense feelings of grief and despair. All she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and let the world consume her but she knew deep down she must fight until she had no more breath left in her lungs, until there was nothing else to spare. But not yet. All that despair that threatened to suffocate her could not quench the thirst for blood of those responsible for this masacre, nor stop her from caring for the people who were of her blood. People she grew up with and amongst, people who she trained with and learned from, laughed and danced by the bonfires in the darkest of nights. She had

Flashback Al stood in a state of injury and bathed in blood, the forest and the ground around him was shattered filled with blood and tens of thousands of corpses. Most of the corpses were humans and then vampires, there was also a vampire king named Victor who had died in front of Al. Not only that, there were also undead in the form of shattered skulls. There was a black fog slowly spreading around Al, the plants that were hit died instantly and turned to ashes. Meanwhile, the corpses turned into zombies that moved like mindless.

" Valerie York's booming voice echoed around the cemetery. She was hauling two huge candles with her as she shot a disdainful glare at me. A violent shiver coursed through me when I heard her familiar voice. I hadn't died in the deep sea with the dark reefs. Instead, I had been reborn. I had returned to the day when Valerie insisted on illegally starting a fire on the mountain. The other employees stopped what they were doing and shot strange looks at me. From their perspective, I was the CEO's wife, but I was also an evil control freak. I was always finding reasons to target and harass their boss' carefree best friend.

Ray froze for a moment, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, and whispered so softly I almost didn’t hear it. “Thank God. This time, I wasn’t too late.” In that single sentence, I knew. I wasn’t the only one who’d been reborn. I wasn’t the only one who’d lived this once before. In his past life, he’d been too late. He’d stormed into that fleabag motel with his men, guns blazing, only to find me already gone.

"The Blackwood family died in the fire forty years ago." Silas Blackwood smiled, and the resemblance to Lucian was so striking it made Maya’s stomach turn. "A billionaire who can’t fake his own death isn’t a billionaire worth following, Twelve. I went into the deep water to wait. I needed the world to get connected. I needed the technology to catch up to my vision. And most importantly, I needed the Template to reach maturity." He looked at Maya’s stomach. "The twins are my grandsons. They are the first of the True Blood. They don't need a serum to stay young, and they don't need a cloud to be powerful. They are the reset button for the human race."

Felix came over and helped me to my feet, smiling with clear relief. "He really did plant malware in the system, trying to siphon off my assets just like you predicted. Thanks, Spencer. Without you, who knows how long it would've taken to uncover the real culprit?" Chester and Nancy belatedly realized what was going on. Shocked and furious, they turned on me. "Mr. Watch never trusted me. You were merely putting up an act!" "Chester, you bastard! How could you work with an outsider to trick me? I'm your fiancée!"