Talion Lord Of The Rings の小説・ストーリー

Alessandro POV As the Alpha of the pack, I had to ensure that everything was in place - decoration, games, food, drinks, everything and most importantly, it's on that day I will know if the goddess truly gifted me or maybe blessed me with a cursed woofless mate. It better not be true. I mean, I deserve to have a strong Luna that will stand by me. The howl of the moon pierced the night air, sending shivers down my spine. I felt the call deep within my bones, drawing me out into the moonlit night and I knew that It was time to know if Ianthie was truly my destined mate.

She grinned again and answered, “You should already know your master’s name. Perth Otho. He leads the Otho family’s major clan. His younger brother, Dimitri, and their sister, Fayre, each lead the minor clans. So the Othos together make up three clans total—one major, two minors.” Her tone shifted, almost like she was reciting from a textbook. “And the Othos aren’t the only pure-blood family left. There’s also the Ramol clan. Silian Ramol leads their major clan, and his sister, Xedra, runs their minor one. That’s it. Between the Othos and the Ramols, there are only five pure-bloods alive today.” “Five,” I repeated under my breath.

The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind. Those infant spirits were fierce, leaving the Haunts no chance to stand their ground. Under Jim's leadership, the enemy was slowly pushed back, inch by inch.

The blood sizzled as it touched the symbols, emitting a faint glow that spread across the platform. "Now, Ailith, you must do the same," Thalion instructed, his voice steady and calm. I took the dagger from him, the cool metal sending a shiver down my spine. With a deep breath, I mirrored his action, slicing my palm and letting my blood mingle with his on the stone. The symbols flared brighter, pulsating with a life of their own.

Then, almost imperceptibly, Talon inclined his head in a minute bow of fealty to his alpha. "You know my blade and remain yours to command without hesitation, my lord," he rumbled at last. "If this Lyra and the heirs she carries are to be our new...linchpins for ushering in the Blackmoon's supremacy over all planes of existence, then I will fight to defend that reality until my last breath." A grim smile tugged at one corner of my muzzle at his steadfast devotion. Turning to Kira, I fixed her with an expectant look. The old healer heaved a sigh that seemed to age her another decade on its exhale. But when she lifted her gaze to meet mine once more, I saw not resignation but a glimmer of zeal

But the Crown did not tolerate cracks. The shadows surged around him, wrapping tighter, drowning him. Elior’s voice rang through the chamber. “Rael! You’re still in there. Fight it!” The Hollow Crown twisted on his head, its grip absolute. Rael’s lips curled into a snarl, but the voice that came from him was not his own. “There is nothing left to fight.” Elior stepped forward, unshaken. “That’s a lie. You’re stronger than this.” Rael felt his own body move, felt the unnatural grace of the power that was no longer his alone. A sword materialized in his grasp, blackened and jagged, pulsating with the same energy as the Hollow Crown. He raised it, pointing it directly at Elior’s chest.

Tarlon exclaimed, “British Lord, what kind of enemy could be powerful enough to make Mr. Chardon sacrifice himself in an explosion?!” Tarlon had followed Fleur closely since childhood to attempt cultivation although he was not as talented and barely managed to enter the path of cultivation. In addition, he was Fleur’s confidant, so he was well aware of what Fleur had done to the four great earls’ pineal gland.

Talin nodded quickly, but his gaze kept darting to the trees as if he expected the dark to rise up and swallow him. “What did you see?” Abel asked, blunt as always. Talin swallowed. “I saw Crimson Rogue. I saw the one they call Toren with her. The angry one.” “Toren,” Ronan said, keeping his voice calm. “Yes,” Talin whispered. “He kept saying her name like it was a prayer. He was following her like… like she was the only thing he had left.” Ronan’s chest tightened. Grief made men stupid. Grief made men lethal. His mind went to Xavier unbidden.

Yet they both understood it. In the end, Luca turned away. “Fine,” he said hoarsely. “But if my father goes too far… I will not just watch from the sides.” ****** Arlen sensed it before he saw him. The aura of a beast-man with the touch of malice. When he turned, Theoden stood alone across the ruined ground, his countenance empty yet relaxed. Arlen glanced below. In his hand gleamed a blade oozing of dark energy. Only Theoden could mask such a weapon of destruction and pass it off as something pure and holy to the naked eye.

She gestured to the scroll on the table. "It too bad Gael didn't come with us. The Al' Miraj could cut through the Cheval Mallet like butter," Tang Sai mused. "Looks like we know what I will be doing," Aurelia held up the Lion's Fang. "Tang Sai, and Ayasu, round up priests and priestesses. You two will lead the chant," Lord Nian, Zinjo, and I will engage the enemy on the ground. Redford and Mashek will keep their eyes out for Lebende, and Mshindi will join us in melee."