The Four Horsemen Laura Thalassa の小説・ストーリー

Bryat pulls her closer and nods once. “And this is Alpha Caleb and Luna Marcie,” Thoran points to the remaining pair. “Of the Lunar Pack.” They bow slightly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I am honored to have become your ally,” the man’s voice is deep… impossibly deep. It vibrates through my chest, sending chills down my spine. “You as well,” Martin bows his head. “This is my mate, Marcie,” Caleb says. She may be a werewolf, but her eyes are as sharp as a cat’s. She gracefully nods with a calm, soft smile.

“But the flames chose her. It swallowed her body and gave her back her purpose. Her blood carries the ember of ancient wolves. Do you not feel it, Luna? The tide shifting?” I felt it and I am sure seraphina felt it too. Because she looked sick. Fear was written all over seraphina's face. She wasn’t ready for a reckoning and it made me scared too. Because no matter what I felt towards her I betrayed her as well. I rejected her when no one stood by her. King Marcus rose from his seat. “I won’t have ghosts haunting my court or my kingdom,” he said with a snarl. “If Thalia lives, she’s a threat. And threats must be eliminated.”

Imagining it on his own shoulders? Heat surged up my spine, sharp and sudden. My hands tightened around the reins until the leather creaked. Hatred rose fast, ugly and suffocating— —and then it faltered. Because behind Marcel, two familiar figures stepped forward. Tristan. Laura rode beside him. The world narrowed for a moment. Tristan’s shoulders were broader now, his jaw sharper, hair pulled back in the way he used to when training. Laura sat straight in her saddle, braid resting over one shoulder, her posture steady, her chin lifted in quiet defiance as always.

I could already feel the bets getting placed. Deciding things were getting too primitive and out of class, I took out my sunshades and placed them over my eyes, reclining. "This is Einsed, a grizzly from the plains of Alaska." the man on the horse said. "And his partner is our second contestant; Zachiel, a warlord from the dark fae kingdom!" On and on they went with the names until Faye's partner was called. A demon named Theon. The rattling of chains ricochetted through the crowd. I took off my sunshades.

"I'm fine; let's keep the ritual going." "Yes, my princess!" they answered in sync. I am Tamara Luna, princess of Magenta, a kingdom in the south of Yarech, a continent inhabited and infested by werewolves from the underworld. I am the only child of the king and queen, and I am the last omega in our kingdom. My parents appear dissatisfied with my existence, owing to the fact that I was born with a weakened body and a rare illness. I have tried many different types of medicine and rituals to get better, but they are all futile because, as the days pass, it only gets worse until I start vomiting blood.

Randall said with curiosity written all over his face like every other person on the table. “This parable speaks of four blooded species sharing the blood, which could be a family lifeline. All I can say is that this parable speak clearly of the Oscars, they have Jordan the witch, Alpha Gabriel the werewolf, Beta Gordon the Fox devil and…..” Tasha said paused for a while and Jordan completed her sentence. “Jasmine the goddess of true sight” Jordan said in realization.

Laura thundered after watching him go at it for sometime. Douglas snapped his head in her direction, growling. "Or do you want your son to rule without a……" Laura was cut off by the sounds of alarms whirling. A young man busted into the room, "Alpha, Warrior Laura, we're under attack, witches have infiltrated …" Explosions rocked the foundation of the building sending them flying to the ground.

Yes, this Mary Bathory has bigger tits and more voluptuous looking. But beauty is an illusion, a mask for witches. And fortunately, Dorrien Ronan already knew where to go so that he may lift Mary’s spell she put to him. It was none other than to Thalia Turner, the remaining healer in Shamrock. Dorrien was lucky that she’s still in this hellhole place of a city. *** The five of them were all in Thalia’s living room. The night is quiet as the grave.The rain ceased, thanks to Rozelyn’s serene emotions now.

Stars sparkled within his translucent body, and his voice echoed like the whispers of ancient nebulae. Third was Levana, the Moon Mistress. She appeared as a serene figure, her skin pale and luminous like the moon at midnight. Her hair flowed like silver rivers, and her eyes were deep pools of liquid night, reflecting the phases of the moon. Fourth was Thalassia, the Ocean Keeper. Her form was fluid and ever-changing, shifting from water to ice to mist. Her eyes were the color of the deepest seas, and she exuded a calm yet formidable power, like the tide that shapes the shores.

She may appear to be okay when she's been called a slut or a stripper, but in the inside she's dying. The long flowing white gown swept the floor as she cat walked in with Lewis who held her arm So many comments was quick to rant the air, but the main question was; Who is she?? Thane Hossler is known as a dangerous person, but now he shows up with an enchanted beauty. Maybe she's his girlfriend. Many were quick to assume that. “I want Laura Brown tonight.” Thane chipped firmly to Lorraine. “Yes Alpha,” she gave a light bow before leaving.