Syosetu Nocturne の小説・ストーリー

--- The door to his private study closed behind them with a heavy click. Knox walked toward the massive oak desk, then paused. He didn’t sit. Instead, he reached into a drawer and retrieved a leather-bound book. He held it out to her. “What’s this?” she asked, taking it slowly. “History,” he said. “Of the Blue Moon Pack. Of the Lycans. And of course, mates—including scents. I think you might find some answers there. This is all I could do for you before leaving. I hope it’s enough.”

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

*LZ* I sit on the soft mossy floor of the sanctuary, Clementine nestled against me, her tiny body rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The gentle glow of the flowers around us flickers softly, like tiny stars caught in a moment of stillness. I don’t know how long we’ve been here in this place that feels like a dream, but there’s a strange comfort in the uncertainty. Each day is a blend of wonder and worry, punctuated by the need to keep Clementine safe.

Moonlight spilled through the windows. Exhaustion weighed heavily upon her. Yet sleep refused to come. Too much had happened. Too many emotions. Too many questions. She walked onto the balcony. The city stretched below. Thousands of lights illuminated the darkness. A beautiful sight. For the first time, Castle Nocturne felt slightly less frightening. Still dangerous. Still strange. But not entirely terrible. A cool breeze brushed against her face. Then movement caught her eye. Far below. On another balcony. Lucien stood alone.

Handed it to him. He glanced at it—and snapped. "Get that away! I don't need it!" My hand trembled. The condom slipped through my fingers. We'd only had that one night—forced by a potion. After that, even touching me made him sick. Now, as he lowered her, he drove in—hard—breaking through. She cried out, soft and high, head thrown back. He leaned close. "Feel good?" His rhythm turned savage. She moaned, voice shaking. "Yes... so good. I want to carry your pup."

Ronan was with his mother when the letter was delivered, so when he was done attending to her, he entered his office and saw an envelope lying on his desk. He frowned. He called Yomi and asked who the letter was from. “The guard said it's from your mate.” “Seraphina has never sent me a letter. Maybe she just wants to know how Mom is faring,” he muttered to himself. He opened the envelope and began reading. But the moment he saw what was written inside, his expression changed. His brows furrowed as he read the short message again. YOUR MATE IS NOT JUST WOLFLESS, SHE'S A BEAST. MEET ME AT THE PACK'S BORDER FOR MORE EXPLANATION.

I ask, and I find my voice has come out as almost a whisper. "I didn't mean to startle you," he says, and I see his eyes flicker over my body, even in the half-dark. "I just thought you might want to know it's not a full moon yet. In case that's important for your shot." His voice is low, almost a growl and it sends a tingle up my spine. "Oh thanks," I murmur, an inexplicable thrill racing through my body as I gaze at him. "But it's a series I'm working on - the title is Incomplete." At this I see a wry smile break out on his face.

into the woods without getting noticed. I walk into the woods without a plan or weapon. Something feels odd right whenever I find myself in these woods. I feel "Hello Alice," a sweet voice says behind me, startling me. I jump and turn to face the direction of the voice. A young lad who is probably my age is standing an inch away from me. "How do you know my name?" I look around me to find anything I can use to protect myself. The tree behind me has a broken branch hanging on it. I slowly take a step backward while keeping my gaze on him. "Everyone knows you, mi lady," he replies with a soft smile. His accent sounds different from the people around here. His dark hair is packed in a low bun.

Sumaya told. "Thank you," Rathi's eyes welled with tears. Then Sumaya asked Rathi to get some sleep as tomorrow she needs to wake up at 3 am. Closing the door behind, Rathi sat on her bed. She stretched her hands and left out a yawn. Looking at the moon Rathi recognized that tomorrow is the full moon day because there's a slight dimish in the moon. Taking a few snuffles to calm this nervousness, Rathi laid on her back.

45 Kayanangai stirred up from her sleep and gasped for air. It was the worst nightmare she ever had in her entire life. The cold visual of herself killing her child with a knife, carefully slicing off its skin, and cutting the bones into pieces is still fresh in her memories. She wanted to throw up badly and her eyes turned watery. She patted her head, trying to forget that sight. “Bad dream, huh?” Aathiyan’s voice startled her. She patted her chest and turned to see him, sitting on a chair next to the cot. The room is so dark; she could barely see his face in the dimmed lights.