Shadows Of The Night Book の小説・ストーリー

Night fell like a velvet curtain over the estate, thick and impenetrable. Eva had trained until exhaustion blurred the edges of reality, but sleep would not come. The fire within her the twin forces of Flame and Shadow pulsed with restless energy, making her muscles tense and her mind race. The courtyard, scarred from her first strike, glowed faintly under the moon, a reminder of both victory and vulnerability. She could still feel the shadows’ lingering presence, the echo of their voices whispering through her mind: Eva… come to us… you belong in the dark.

My thoughts slipped into the past, back to when Night first visited the orphanage. I had lived there for as long as my memories reached, always surrounded by unanswered questions about my origins. The other children never missed a chance to taunt me for my white hair, whispering that I was a freak. But everything changed the moment he appeared. "Why does your shadow look like swirling smoke?" That single question burned into my mind as he stepped between me and my bullies, his scowl fierce and possessive. Later I would learn — it wasn’t his shadow. It was his aura. Even as a child I was one of the few that could see his aura.

Shadows of Destiny The courtyard of Darkfang Keep was a graveyard of silence, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint hum of the relic still clutched in Elara’s hands. The loyalists’ bodies lay scattered across the stones, their rebellion snuffed out in the shadow of the blood moon. Its crimson light throbbed overhead, a heartbeat in the sky that quickened Aria’s own pulse. She held Rollan close, his tiny frame pressed against her, his soft whimpers cutting through the stillness. Then it came—a howl, low and mournful, rising from the earth itself. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the torches lining the walls sputtered, casting frantic shadows that danced like s

He pointed toward the edge of the woods, where the light of the setting sun cast long, distorted shadows. "Mama," Cian said, his voice trembling. "One of the shadows... it's not following the sun." I looked. Near a cluster of pine trees, a shadow was walking toward us. It was the shadow of a man in a crown, my father. But he wasn't alone. Attached to his shadow’s hand was another, smaller shadow. It was a shadow with three arms. The Librarian's failed creation. The shadow of my father didn't speak. It simply pointed toward the "New North" we had just printed. And in its other hand, it held a New Ledger.

This was her fate. She got saved last night, but what about the nights that were going to come, those nights that would become worse nightmares for her? The very thought of seeing him made a terrifying fear crawl inside her body, goosebumps rising on the surface of her shiny golden-brown skin. She was not the beauty who would make anyone mesmerize. Just like normal people, she had a shade that wasn’t too bright or too dark. It was in the middle, shining softly in the morning light.

Unaware of the dark creatures plan against his mate, Riven kept the Book of Shadows in a locked room, making sure Layla never set her eyes on it. But the book called to Layla. Her blood was one with it now and at night, she would hear whispers calling to her, keeping her awake. She knew the book held secrets, secrets about the owner, secrets about the past and she knew the whispers she heard every night were trying to tell her something. Something about herself. ... It was a cold night and Layla lay in Riven's embrace, deeply asleep. There was no moon in the sky and it was pitch black. The mansion was silent and the oil lamps gave out a yellowish glow in the dark.

The closer we got the more I could feel the darkness seeping from the book. 'That's the shadow book. Our contracts can be found in that book. They can be made and broken through that book. Make sure no one ever finds it here. They'll want to take it.' Shade informed me. I stepped closer, really curious now. I laid my hand over the glass, peering down at the book and reading the Latin words umbra. The book opened beneath the glass when I spoke the word. It flipped to a page with Shade's name on it. There was a tiny baby handprint in blood…my blood, my baby hand.