Spell Pariah の小説・ストーリー

"But thanks to the spell and your blood sacrifice, the unholy triad now belongs to me alone." "Since you performed you role exactly as I wanted I had decided to forgive you and release you from the spell. All you had to do was humbly accept," Damien said. "Well, you can forget that now." "Damien," Belle tried to plead. "I know there is a good person inside you somewhere. Whatever you're intending to do—" "Save it." Damien sighed. "There are no words that can convince me to spare humanity." "But you aren't evil, Damien," Belle tried regardless. "You are capable of pity. You just said—"

Severin's determined tone reverberated like a thunderbolt. He unleashed his level three paragon aura, tearing apart the surrounding space and whipping up a tempest of wind. Halbert's expression froze upon hearing Severin's resolute tone, but the stiffness was only momentary. A playful smile tugged at his lips. In his eyes, level three paragons could be crushed with the simplest of movements. As a core disciple of the Yellow Tribe Sacred Land, his demonic skills rivaled those of a level six paragon, earning him the respect of people like Blake.

“Where did you buy this piece of junk? It’s a ticking time bomb. Give me my money back!” The floor was thick with dust, looking like it had not been swept for a long time. I stepped forward, picked up the phone, and gently wiped it clean. My heart ached when I saw the spiderweb cracks across the screen. I had bought this with my hard-earned money while I stuck to using the relic of a phone I got back in my college days. “Mom, this cost over three hundred dollars. Even if you don’t like it, you shouldn’t throw it on the ground. I can’t return it as new anymore; I’ll have to sell it as used.”

No one cared enough to object. He decided to play a game he brought home just yesterday. 'Parvaneh', it read. The word for butterfly, in Persian. Ironic, since this game was anything but delicate. It contained quests, battles, homes, everything that could spark Uriel's interests. A game that jests reincarnation. Maybe that's why it's called Parvaneh; after all, butterflies represented spiritual rebirth. Not that he'd need it. He fully believed with his heart and soul, that he'd become the best player on there within two weeks tops. And maybe he would, one way or another. He gazed just in front of him, a painting of heavenly bodies bathing in the dusky sky gazing right back at him intensely.

I started. "Parasailing." "I'm serious," I said. "We do nothing but get under each other's skin. It's clear you don't have feelings for me, so what are we doing?" "I don't know," Alec finally stated. "Maybe whatever we're doing isn't worth it. Maybe we should just be friends. I like your company, Alec, but I can't take the constant flirting followed by a bunch of insults. I'm in a bad place right now since David, and this isn't helping. It's kind of toxic..."

Asher “The perfect beings?”I repeated, brows furrowing. “The Paragon.” “It sounds fucking crazy,” Thayer said, pacing around the prison and running his hands through his hair. He stared at the ground, his wolfish eyes turning a piercing red demon color. “Because it is. How can a species be perfect? Not even gods can reach perfection.” “I’ve read about the Paragon briefly,”Lucas said. “Isn’t it a book in the library? From what I remember, the Paragonian people are a combination of species, almost like you. Multiple species in one.”

“I am power! I am forever!” Lisa pressed harder, her body trembling, her strength burning away. “You are nothing but a parasite. And this… is for my parents!” With one final cry, she shoved the spear deeper. It pierced through him entirely, the light exploding outward in a shockwave that ripped through the chamber. Malrik’s scream turned into a howl of despair before cutting off abruptly. His body shattered, breaking apart into fragments of shadow that dissolved into the air. The ritual circle burned out, the darkness vanishing as though it had never been.

◇NO POV◇ parv is not understanding anything what to do he is sobbing silently in his room while drinking for whole night he wanted to scream and ask what is this feeling he was angry at the sametime upset with confusion her words are running in his mind He is repeating the same words whole night and day who am I what am I he is in the vulnerable state He is thinking to himself "why you also decided to leave me sarah Am I that unworthy for your love can't you give a single chance to my feelings damn it

"Especially if it's for the honor of the pack." Haria didn't speak anymore as she suddenly remembered the reason why she decided to join the war against the Night Warriors Pack. "You're right, Grandpa," Haria replied as she straightened her body and wiped the tears that flowed down her cheeks. "They killed my sister and took my son, Christian. So they all deserve to die," she continued in a hard voice filled with hatred. Then, she realized that she did not actually see who she believed killed her sister, and they were Jacob and Divine. She was also unable to discover where her son was, or if he was actually at the camp of Night Warriors Pack, together with Jacob.