Thane Krios の小説・ストーリー

It was fading but it still stung a bit. “Here, let me look at it.” She scooted over to my side on her knees and held out her hands on top of the stinging bruise. “Therapévo.” As soon as she said that, her palms lit up warmly over my bruise. I was amazed by it disappearing slowly. “What language is that?” “It’s Greek, your highness.”, she said formally. She scooted once more to my other side to heal the other bruise on my arm. I gladly let her as I was amazed by the healing powers of the serpent before me.

Athesmos made his way out of the throne room and Vin walked quietly behind him, Athesmos humming softly to himself. *************** "You, my friend are slowly turning into a bitch in heat and it's beginning to hurt that I don't get to fuck that sweet heaven of yours." Kairos cleaned his mouth off Gouria's essence and emerged from underneath his spread thighs. "I've lost counts on how many times we do this." Kairos slumped down beside the laughing man. "Stop laughing well you!" He yelled. Gouria burst into loud laughter as he turned to face his best friend.

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

The kiosk. It wasn't a drab, utilitarian structure. It was sleek, minimalist, almost ethereal, glowing with a soft, inviting light. A single, elegant dispenser offered tiny, crystal vials of a shimmering, iridescent liquid. A crowd had gathered around it, not pushing or shoving, but standing in a state of quiet, almost religious reverence, waiting their turn. "That's it," Riska whispered, her voice tight with alarm. "The amplification is radiating from that kiosk. Its core frequency is off the charts."

"Yes, we'll tell you everything we know. Just spare us, please!!!" Ezekiel smirked coldly at the pair of cowards, " And all it took was just a bit of brutal force. Speak!!" " It's a deadly aphrodisiac, codenamed 'Tears of eros'. It's found on the dark web........and currently......it doesn't have an antidote.", the other thug stuttered. Zeke gave a wry chuckle, "Well....well, such a pleasant surprise -", that the same drug he'd been searching for would be circulating in his domain, without his notice.

Of course I was anticipating this kiss and just when I thought it was going to land, I heard to hear his cold and devilish voice. "What the f*ck is going on here?". My blood turned cold as I dreaded turning back to look into those emotionless weird orbs of his. I had no time to think about how weird the color was as my main priority was to make sure I lived!.

Jessi sat on a chair, ready to write everything in hologramic language, later transferred into greek on a paper scribe. Nero started the conversation with a question, " Why would the Krystonians of all people attack us? King Claytis has prospered a peaceful nation. As a statement from King Claytis, he states that it may be time to take back his people and his resources, and by resources, he means New Germany's Uranium and rare metals, Sollrica's plants and animals, as Xoria's king I purpose-

She cries out, curling into a ball on the rug. "Stop it!" I struggle against Nikos, but he holds me tight, enjoying the show. "Kyros, stop! I'll do anything!" Kyros holds up a hand. The beating stops. He looks at me. His eyes are flat, dead things. "Anything?" he asks. "Yes. Just let her go." "I can't let her go, Thalia. She's damaged goods. But I can stop the pain." He walks over to Zara, nudging her with the tip of his cane. "For a price."

Like a silent warning from the earth itself, the quake that rippled beneath their boots was faint but unnerving. Lena's pulse quickened as her hand automatically closed around Kaden's. Her voice was hardly audible above a whisper when she asked, "What is that?" Theros knelt beside the sapling, his hands brushing the soil. His face, usually calm, was lined with worry. “The crystal’s power is reacting to something. Or someone.” Kaden frowned, his protective instincts kicking in. “Could it be remnants of Calla’s sabotage?”