Sprite Eternal の小説・ストーリー

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

I wished I could share her agony and pain, and the fact that it was impossible gave me more heartache. The weird-looking woman examined Sam and smiled. " An Alpha," She smiled and looked at a man that stood next to her. " What do you say Abel, darling. A direct descendant of Selene." She said and smiled, then looked at me. " I don't do freebies." She stated, and I saw a pink human butterfly stand on her shoulder. " Meet, Hill, " she introduced the thing, and I didn't know how to respond. " Hello Alpha," the thing said " I am a sprite," he said, and I just nodded. I had no clue what that was.

" Damien joked. His opinion was that he had learned a lot about flexibility since he started work with a team of women. She made a face, and then continued. “Then there's the other tattoo. The sea eagle. The eagle flies high and symbolizes strength, courage and freedom. Spirituality and transcendence too. “I'm not that spiritual a guy. “Your alter ego, Kalti, is. "He's not my alter ego," he replied automatically. People always asked if Kalti was really him, and the answer was always no. — If a writer decides to write about one character over and over instead of creating several books about different types of people, I think the character should resonate with

As the guardians neared the nexus of the Sanctum of Echoes, the air crackled with anticipation, charged by the cosmic energies that pulsed around them. Elysia and Malachi, their connection shimmering with a newfound intensity, exchanged a glance filled with unspoken promises. Ezra, his spectral form guiding them through the cosmic labyrinth, spoke with a tone of reverence, "Guardians, the nexus lies just ahead. But be warned, the convergence of echoes and cosmic forces may reveal truths that challenge even the strongest of wills."

"True. I should thank you for giving me a rough understanding of S-tier Malevolent Phantoms. Our current efforts are like a drop in the ocean. But things will change with time." A thought then struck him. "Does Specter have a Mystical Explosive Orb, too?" To his surprise, Donna answered honestly, "He does. We're a group consisting of all S-tier Malevolent Phantoms, and each of us owns an orb. Our soul essence collection methods vary. I chose the most risky approach—Specter even mocks me for it." A smile crossed her face as she glanced at Justin's remains. "That's a good harvest this time. Not only did you replace your previous loss, but you also achieved way more than that. I hope for more s

"Let this be a night of cleaning transmogrification, where we all rededicate our spirits to defend the sanctity of love our forefathers gifted us with their divine fire! Let tonight be our celebration of their ongoing triumph against darkness via a link stronger than the count of stars! Their spiritual force's ethereal vitality enhanced like a celestial wave. As if hooked into the core power source of the cosmos, feeding into the mystical vortex I felt their immortal quintessence pouring into my body recharging my soul. In that climax flare before the mystical energies came together into a stunning brightness, everything appeared hyper-real. Suddenly two ethereal figures emerged among the ir

_____FLASHBACK_____ In fact, after losing his wife and falling into a severe depression that almost cost him his life, Mr. Vigan met Ms. Jasmine in the supermarket where he had gone to buy first-aid products. Ms. Jasmine insisted on treating him, and he returned that day with a new glimmer of hope in his heart. His wife, his better half, had passed away, but now he wanted to live for himself. He had made certain resolutions and vowed to perform acts that would honor his wife from beyond the grave.

A woman with eyes like Crystal’s standing before a burning sky. Then a name. "Serathiel." Edwin stiffened. “No,” he whispered. “Not her. Not again.” Long ago, there had been another. A wolf born of celestial light. One who wielded power not meant for this world. One who tried to close the rift and paid the price. “She was the beginning,” the basin whispered. “And the flame never dies. It merely waits to be born again.” *Flashback — Years Ago* A younger Edwin knelt under the stars, a newborn child wrapped in silver cloth at his feet.

“And not Hollow either. It’s older. It’s... a fragment of a cycle before the Spiral. Before memory.” Elira arrived just as Seris finished the scan. “Then how did it grow from the Spiral Tree?” Elira asked. I looked at them both. “Maybe the Spiral isn’t a beginning,” I said. “Maybe it’s a branch.” Seris’s eyes widened. “You mean” “A branch of something larger,” I finished. “And something’s sending its seeds back through us.” 4. The Archive Speaks We brought the seed to the oldest chamber in the Grove the Spiral Archive.

The vibrant, geometric spirals of the New Wild’s soil smoothed out into a sterile, white marble walkway that stretched from her feet toward the blue door. "She’s extending the margin," Elias said, his silver-furred form stepping between us and the walkway. His wolf-eyes were narrowed, his teeth bared in a silent growl. "She’s the memory of the First Draft. If she reaches the blue door, she’ll upload the old parameters, and the Default Exchange will become a branch office of the Spire."