Tempest X Twilight の小説・ストーリー

We taken after the riotous winds and thunderous echoes of the Stormweaver to the heart of the storm, where we found its source—a being of chaotic vitality known as Tempestia. Tempestia's voice boomed like thunder as she reveled in her damaging control, sending jolts of lightning smashing into the crystalline arrangements. “I flourish on chaos and power,” she pronounced, her voice a thunder of crude vitality. “I accept that by bringing storms, I can keep our world in a state of consistent change.” Cassie's assurance was faithful. “We must discover a way to restore the adjust of quality and grace.” Birch's eyes considered Tempestia, looking for a way to lighten her chaotic impact. “The charm o

The sky cracked open before midnight. Emma stood at the balcony of her hotel room, watching palm trees thrash in the wind. Lightning ripped the horizon, followed by a low, rolling boom that rattled the glass. The storm had been building all afternoon, heavy clouds dragging the heat lower and lower until the air itself felt combustible.

I still don’t understand why he had to kill him. Tempest stirred, her voice low and tight with barely-restrained frustration. ‘Sometimes, I swear you're willfully blind.’ She took a breath, forcing herself to calm before she went off again. ‘Do you even know why wolves in the conclave have to kill their classmates? Of course you don’t.’

I wanted to fight it, but my own burning desire kept me pinned to the spot. Then, he paused and looked up at me. My breath completely left my lungs at the sight of him. I let out a soft whimper. Midnight-dark hair slightly tousled, framing his angular face perfectly. His pale skin shone brightly under the lights. His lips were stained a deep, vivid crimson. A wet, dark red sheen coated the sharp edges of his teeth. It was undeniable. It wasn't a costume, and it wasn't a game. It should have been the exact second the spell broke. It should have been the moment I screamed, fought, and clawed my way to the exit.