Shedletsky Fanart Forsaken の小説・ストーリー

Dylan asked though I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or Tyler. "I do," I admitted easily, "It's the blood exchange which severs the bond more than the words. The Forsaken Blade is meant to cut the ties between mates. It's the blood magic used with the blade that matters." Dylan nodded as if he understood. His eyes were fixed on the blade as Tyler took it from the exposed shelf which had opened in the shrine. I hadn't expected it to look so forbidding. The metal shined with an unnatural light and runes were carved over its surface with a skill machines couldn't match.

The gates buckled again, then burst open. They poured through ,once-wolves, now nightmares. Their eyes glowed with hollow fire, chains dragging behind them, their movements jerky but unstoppable. The stench of death rolled ahead of them, choking the air. My mark ignited, flaring hot and wild. The shadows rushed toward me, hungry, eager, as though they too had been waiting for this moment. Darius’s voice cut through the chaos. “Amara ,” But I didn’t wait. The first Forsaken lunged, its jaw unhinged in a soundless scream. I raised my hand and the shadows leapt, spearing through its chest, snapping its spine like dry wood. It crumbled into ash before it touched the ground.

He was about to strike and through our bond I could feel just how afraid he was, because the forsaken was lowering his hand to claw at Tristan’s neck. “Mommy!” his painful scream tore at my heart and froze me, everything moving in slow motion from there on. The once blue red-ish sky that was signifying the start of a new day suddenly turned dark. There was thunder and lightning all over the sky and the ground beneath us shook. I could feel and taste the power that was all around us. A streak of light appeared behind the forsaken just before his head was torn clean from his shoulders, revealing a woman with obsidian eyes who immediately turned her back to us as she surveyed the creatures.

There were no other predators it could be. "Inform Adriana and Daemon we have possible enemies coming," I mind-linked Tyler, then mind-linked the other Fae to prepare them. The shadows surrounding our makeshift camp became murkier than they already were. As the others came out of their tents, three ominous figures emerged from the shadows, their sinister presence sending shivers down our spines. Three Skíatokoi. Shadowspawn. What little light we had from the campfire seemed to be absorbed by them, creating an even darker darkness. Again, there were whispering echoes, and I could feel enchantments being woven, aimed at disorienting us.

Instead, he held out something wrapped in cloth. “Found this near where we fought earlier,” he said. I unwrapped it slowly. A metal shard. Thin, curved. The surface etched with a symbol—one I hadn’t seen in years, but one that made my stomach drop instantly. A circle split down the middle. On one side, the mark of the Forsaken Wolves. On the other, a crude carving of a serpent. I whispered, “This can’t be real.” Fenrir stepped closer. “You recognize it.”

Utilizing the North’s intelligence network, Damian quickly pinpointed her in a remote town abroad. She was brought back to the Shadow Pack and faced judgment for deceit and betrayal. Ultimately, she was banished to the western wastelands, never to set foot back in the territory again. At the mating banquet, Damian took me to the terrace, our backs facing the dazzling night sky and serene snow peaks. “Fay, I’m not your fated mate, but I swear on my life to love you, protect you, and make you the happiest Luna under the stars.” Damian held me from behind, his voice husky but tender.

"Look carefully at pack bonds. The Goddess's bonds force compatibility. They override individual choice. How many of you have seen mates who don't actually love each other but can't break the bond?" Several wolves shifted uncomfortably. "The bond I have with Sera? That's a Silverblood bond. Forged by choice, by compatibility and an actual connection. It's what bonds were before the Goddess corrupted them." "If this is true," Helen said slowly, "then everything the Goddess taught us were lies." "Yes." "And you're asking us to believe you—a creature she labeled abomination—over her?"

He cocked his head at me, “Excuse me?” “That girl was terrified and scared. She doesn’t look like she killed someone.” Her large eyes when she woke up. I just wanted to get her out of the cage, still do. “Hexeon, is a condition that witches can get when working with too much power, spells, ingredients. She was working on a large spell. Hexeon causes the witch to have dark thoughts, wanting to destroy everything, and will tell lies to get what they want. It’s like when a werewolf turns on a full moon. Its instincts are to kill. Witches with Hexeon, is similar but with educated mind to do dark. The bracelets will keep her powers in check, but I advise to keep her in the cage, for your own safe

“If you don’t find them, I’ll kill you myself. But if you do... bring them to me. I want to feed their souls to the shadows. I want to watch the light go out of their eyes. I will make sure they die screaming.” Then, she laughed. It was a dry, hollow cackle that echoed through the dark woods. At that exact moment, the sky split open with a flash of lightning, followed by a roar of thunder that shook the very ground we were lying on. It felt like the world itself was reacting to her malice. I shivered. All I could do was lie there in the dirt and listen to her footsteps slowly retreat as she followed her coven into the darkness. Once the forest went silent again, Kaelen didn’t waste a second.