The Body Flicker の小説・ストーリー

Almost safe. I almost believed the worst was over. Then something shifted. Small. Subtle. Like the air tilted. A chill without cold. I frowned. Cullen felt it instantly. “What’s wrong?” he whispered. “I don’t know,” I said softly. “I just… feel weird.” Before he could respond— The lights flickered. Once. Twice. And the mark on my wrist burned— Just once.

His shoulders bunch, and he grimaces as if he’s straining against himself. And then it’s like someone flickers the lights on and off in rapid succession. He’s standing; he’s in mid-motion. His fangs glint; he’s gritting his blunt white teeth. And there’s a terrible sound—a garbled howl that rattles the dresser and the mirror on the wall. I scramble to the headboard, huddle as small as I can, my power gone. Something’s wrong. He flip-shifts so quickly I can’t track it. He becomes a blur. His naked body is a mirage.

A flicker of awareness, a flicker of will. Miyal's eyes, bloodshot and sunken, opened creakily, the barest whisper of recognition coming back to them. He gasped, his body fighting for air, his chest heaving up and down in shallowness gasps. His limbs quivered with the effort to move, to resist the crushing burden of fatigue that threatened to pull him into blackness.

Flickers she ignored. "It doesn't feel the same for everyone" another voice continued. "Some collapse. Some lose control. Some don't even recognize themselves for a while." Selene's steps slowed again. Not consciously. Just enough that her body reacted before her mind did. She frowned slightly. That wasn't what she had expected. "I thought it was pain" someone muttered. Someone laughed. "It is pain.. Not just pain. It's like your body stops asking permission." There was silence after that. Heavy. Uncomfortable.

The night flickered, the shadows danced, and I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't push him away. He pulled me closer, his hands finding my waist, and I forgot all my doubts, my fears, the outside environment of this room. Demanding, ravenous, his tongue stroked my lips. I paused then gave in. The kiss grew strong and relentless. Though the scars, the betrayal, the silent truths, my body naturally reacted craving his warmth, yearning for the familiarity he embodied. All of a sudden, my skin seemed to flicker. Dancing like a flame caught in a wind, a flicker of light at the nape of my neck. I stopped still.

I leaned back against the pillows, eyes shut, waiting for the chemicals to fight the pain, hoping they might bring with them clear thinking. Silence in the room closed in, amplifying the thudding within my head. Seconds ticked. Then, inch by sickening inch, as a dirty movie brought to life in a darkroom, what occurred after the doorway began to materialize. Not sequentially, but in sickening flashes, each worse than the previous on my heart and stomach. (Flashback)

Feeling a little frantic, he rushed to his feet and called out once again, all the while shaking her gently. The two had just finished eating and decided to talk over some dessert. However, Selene suddenly lost control of her body and started trembling like an epileptic. He couldn't understand what was going on, but he knew he needed to get help. “Oh my God! I hope this isn't what I'm thinking. Please be safe, Selene. Please be safe.” As Nathan shook her body, he suddenly felt how hot her body was. “What the fu*k!” Nathan cussed out in shock. Unable to fathom what was happening.

He would never open his eyes and call me 'mio fiction. The cocktail of emotions and flashbacks made me feel stuck in place, my body surrounded by a thick, transparent liquid, limbs flailing, and yet barely a hair moved a millimeter as the viscous fluid made me choke. I desperately wanted to move, to get help from someone I knew was just a few steps away, but I couldn't stop the air from getting thicker and thicker, binding me to the floor, suspended from the ceiling.

"What's your point--" "You can even own me," Flicka purred, and she stood with a sultry sway of her hips. In one smooth motion, she pulled down the straps of her dress and let it slide down her body. She had unzipped herself and kept her back turned to surprise him, but now was the time if ever to show her hand... and the rest of herself.

’ The image flickers and disappears. Fury floods through me at a level it is scorching my veins. Self pity, self hate, anger over the unfairness of it all. It makes my temper explode and with a furious scream I let go and give in to the wolf, letting it take over. I scream in pain when my bones bend and my ribs give in to the fast growing spine. My muscles are ripped apart and put back together, do they fit with my new body. I shake myself and stand up in my new wolf body, roaring.