Taph Fanart Forsaken の小説・ストーリー

He spat out angrily and stood up, moving just a few inches away from me. "Say hi to the Devil, bitch." I saw him raise the dagger in the air and close my eyes tight before I was thrown into pitch darkness of nothingness. **** The loud howling of wind is what pulls me to consciousness. I let out a small groan as I gently rose from the floor, brushing off the sand from my left cheek. I took a step back and fell to the ground, placing my hand on my chest as the loud, scary rumbling of thunder filled my ears.

Watching him bruised and swollen gave me a grim sense of satisfaction. After Tara passed away, I decided to cremate her and bury her ashes to rest. Tears slipped down my face. 'I'm sorry, Tara. I brought you into this world but couldn't give you a healthy body. You suffered so much pain. I hope you'll be happy and healthy in your next life.' With a heavy heart, I turned to leave, but I saw a familiar figure. Nicky stood there in a wrinkled black suit, her eyes bloodshot and face haggard. It was clear she hadn't been well, though that did not concern me. It was, in fact, somewhat satisfying.

"He always camps somewhere around here." I looked about for any activity, then heard an unexpected sound coming from the woods. My heart hammered as a man with sharp features emerged from the shadows—a man whose cold, relentless hate glistened in his eyes. Halak. "So the prodigal son returns," Malak remarked, his voice sharp with hatred. Eli stiffened, but he never wavered. "It's over, Malak." The Raven is gone; nothing remains for you here. Malak snorted, his eyes gliding over us with contempt. "Nothing left?" Oh, but you are mistaken. She assigned us goals; I want to see them realized.

I scanned the script, my eyes racing past sketches of broken bonds and twisted souls until I finally found it. The Spirit Anchor of the False Ruler. My breath hitched. “There you are.” The text began to shimmer, the ink moving. *To kill someone who cannot die, you must destroy what keeps them alive. Elias is not a god; he is a parasite tied to the veil itself. His life is held in place by a Soul Tether behind his chest, protected by the obsession that fuels him.* I read further, my heart hammering against my ribs. *The tether cannot be broken by steel or claw. It can only be severed by a weapon forged from two opposites: the tears of the Moon Goddess and the blood of his true mate’s lineage.

The carvings shifted, forming a symbol — a circle split in half, one side flame, one side moon. Revan stared at it. “That’s the mark of the first covenant.” “What covenant?” I asked. “The one that created the packs,” he said. “And the one that destroyed them.” The light grew brighter. The ground beneath us trembled again. Jordan grabbed my arm. “Lora, step back.” But I couldn’t move. The stone was pulling me closer. The voice inside me whispered again, louder this time. “The truth sleeps beneath. Wake it, and you will see what must end.”

“No. Not if we go now. Not if we follow the mark.” Three nights later, under a moon smeared in rust, Aria, Kael, Lyra, Callen, and the twins ventured into the Hollowed Depths. It was a place the maps refused to name a labyrinth of ruins hidden beneath the Forsaken Vale, said to be the tomb of the first Shadowborn Alpha. The descent began in silence. Stone stairs led deep into the earth, through ancient tunnels carved with snarling faces and claw marks. The air grew colder with each step, dense with an ancient scent rot, iron, and something else: memory.

A few words in a sentence were mixed with other languages, making it unreadable for someone who hasn't spent years understanding the history and learning languages like Odessa. “Penelope is a Talon,” she started and flipped to the next page. “There was a deal made between them ages ago. The twelfth wolf of the talon bloodline would be the harbinger of the forsaken wolves. They will be a key to the return of the forsaken. But that's not all he wants Penelope for,” she pulled the book back to herself.

"He thinks power and fear build a pack. He doesn't get that it's love and sacrifice. He's already lost, he just doesn't know it." My wrist glowed bright silver, lighting up the grass. Tomorrow, I would lose this. "Tomorrow," Fenris said, sitting up and pulling me with him, "you save the world. I'll be the luckiest to stand with you." We walked back to camp hand in hand. Warriors watched quietly, but I could feel the Alpha and Luna coming back. They saw our strength, not the fear I was keeping buried. Talon met us by the fire. "Scouts are back, Luna, Alpha. Justin's army isn't normal wolves. Twisted, half-shifted things that don't feel pain are waiting at the pass."

"We always wondered why the Moon Goddess didn't strike him down. We wondered how a wolf could poison the earth, torture Elementals, and twist the laws of nature without Her intervention. We thought perhaps She had turned Her back on us." Elder Horne leaned forward, his cane clattering against the desk. "What did you find?" Thorpe pushed the book toward the center of the desk. It showed a grotesque illustration: a circle of runes carved not into stone, but into something organic. Something white and porous. "He isn't just using technology," Thorpe choked out. "He is using necromancy. He has created a blind spot." Fennigan frowned, looking at the drawing. "A blind spot? How do you blind a Godd

endless thoughts dashed through my mind. Suddenly I couldn't think straight. My mind was cloudy, and I felt weary. I pushed Angy aside and rushed to the window to gasp for air. "I was right; the air in the room grew thin, insufficient for the three of us. When I turned around, I was met by my mother and Angy's gaze. "Goodness...! You're sweating, darling," "This will ruin your makeup," mother said. "Don't worry, Mrs. Grey, I don't mind doing the makeup all over again; that's part of my job. And I'm here to ensure your daughter gets to the aisle in perfect look," Angy said as she ushered me to take a seat on the couch by the window. Angy brought me a glass of water as mother talked me out of