Shadows Of Forgotten Ancestors Book の小説・ストーリー

She felt the pendant warm against her chest, and the echoes of the Crown’s magic pulsed faintly beneath her fingertips. She closed her eyes, letting the shadows touch her mind. The whispers were soft now, indistinct, reminders of what had been. But she no longer trembled. Instead, she embraced the memory, the warning, the shadow, knowing that it had made her stronger. The Heir’s Shadow was gone from the streets, neutralized and mapped, but it remained a quiet reminder, a testament to the trials endured, the battles survived, and the vigilance required to keep the darkness at bay.

AURORA'S POV The shadows twisted around me, thick and suffocating, as I fell to my knees. My hands pressed into the cold black ground, trembling with exhaustion and rage. “Ancestors,” I breathed, my voice cracking. “Help me. Please!” A sudden pulse of power surged through the Shadow Realm. The earth beneath me split with a deafening crack. From the fissures, skeletal hands clawed their way upward, followed by pale figures cloaked in black mist. One by one, they emerged—a legion of vampires, their eyes glowing crimson like dying embers.

To my shock, they pulsed warm beneath my skin, then dissolved into nothing. The library opened to me. --- Scrolls. Tomes. Relics. All buried under centuries of dust. The air itself felt alive, thick with whispers of memory. I trailed my fingers across shelves until one book seemed to pulse against my palm. I pulled it free. The leather was cracked, its edges scorched, as though fire had tried to erase it. The pages spoke of a line called the Shadowborn. Descendants of a queen who bore two wolves—one of light, one of shadow. Her children carried both. Some controlled it. Most lost themselves to it. The line was said to be cursed, extinguished by fire and war.

"You think you're some kind of magician, huh? Stealing all my dough? Just wait till I get back on my feet." They had no clue they were never getting back on their feet. As bloodied humans... The Haunts would sniff them out first. Mom clutched my brother's arm and shot me a death glare. Before storming off, I could see tears streaming down her face. She ranted, "There has to be some laws left in this world." The air turned chilly, a storm was brewing. I let a drop of blood fall on the mountaintop, and the infant spirits formed a line behind me.

It reminded the Forgotten who they were and set them free. Confusion rippled through the army. Awakening spread. But from the army’s heart a new power rose, a shadow so deep it swallowed the light. The awakened Forgotten didn’t turn to mist, they shattered. The Shadow King came. He did not walk but formed a figure of solid night, faceless eyes on Liora, standing between the bleeding stone and her two protectors. His voice was the sound of breaking worlds. You use my weapon against me? he echoed in their minds, thinking memory is comfort? It’s tormenting, I will show you.

At this point, I felt like regaining my memory was like a puzzle that needed special permission before I could even unlock it. A maid came over to my table, her voice soft as she informed me that it was time for dinner. I gave her a small nod and told her I would be coming over soon. I started putting the books back in their places, sliding them onto the dusty shelves. Right as I was returning one book on local flora, I suddenly caught the sight of a strangely binded book tucked into a corner. I remembered that it definitely wasn't here the last time I checked. It had a dark, pebbled leather cover that felt oily to the touch. I pulled it out and saw it was a book on shadow wraiths.

They thought the darkness was their ally. They forgot that shadows don't disappear in the light. They just get longer. I gripped the black glass blade and the obsidian key. "Time to wake the ancestors," I whispered.

"What are these shadows, elder? What must we do to face them?" The elder was silent for a long moment, her eyes closing as if she were listening to a voice only she could hear. Then she opened them and spoke, her voice carrying the weight of prophecy. "The shadows are the wounds of the past. They are the grief of those who were lost, the anger of those who were wronged, the fear of those who were forgotten. They have festered over the years, and they have taken root in the hearts of the people. Your family has the power to heal these wounds. But you must be patient. You must be kind. And you must never lose hope."

Dell lays his hand once again on the big leather book. “What do you mean daddy? How am I so special besides being born a female instead of a male?” Corbin asks looking at the book intently before finally looking up at her dad as he stares at his hand on top of the book. “When you were about a year old. Paden showed up with this book under her arm. She told me that she found it and that it belongs to me and my blood line.” Dell sighs as he let’s go of his daughter’s other hand. Turning the big book around to face his daughter he opens to the page he had marked so many years ago. “I read this book and found that it belonged to our original pack. It was written by a Shadow.” He says as Corbin l