The Ghost Of Maiden's Peak の小説・ストーリー

They ascended further into the unknown depths of the mountains, the ghost's silent beckoning guiding her every move. As they reached a secluded plateau, the ghost paused, her luminous form shimmering more brightly reflecting another light source that seemed pretty close. She hovered over a particular spot as if urging Merindale to come closer. She gestured towards a hidden cave entrance, her signs conveying a sense of urgency and anticipation. Merindale complied to her request. She closed in and peaked inside. “What's in there?" Merindale asked. The ghost didn't respond verbally but motioned for Merindale to enter.

Almost human. But I knew better. “So,” she said finally, voice low and even, “we’ve confirmed the soil?” I nodded once. “Magnetite. Straight from the northern ridge of Raven’s Peak. The scouts made sure of it. They’ll be scrambling now, trying to plug the leak.” “Good,” she said, smiling faintly. “Let them chase ghosts while we sharpen our blades.” Aiden turned then, arms crossed. “Still doesn’t change the fact that they’re stronger than us when they’re ready, Raven’s Peak—it doesn’t matter. Their bloodlines run deep.”

Pushing her boundaries while she remained beautifully, maddeningly oblivious to the fact that he knew exactly who she was and why she was here. The background check had been thorough. Aria Chen, 24. Brilliant hacker known in certain circles as "Ghost." Underground artist who sold pieces under the name A. Ren. Medical prodigy who'd dropped out of her residency six months ago when her mother was diagnosed with Wasting Syndrome. Desperate. Resourceful. Willing to risk everything to save someone she loved. Exactly the kind of woman who would attempt to infiltrate his estate and steal the one thing that could cure her mother...Vitalis Radix, the plant his own mother had died trying to perfect.

I don't get the chance to analyze her further, because she holds me over the edge, nearly dropping me from the top of the Mansion. My eyes widen at the distance. The Mansion, that's synonymous to a castle, is approximately ten meters high. If I fall from this height, it's instant death. I don't even remember how we got to the top of the mansion; it's like we teleported. Below, on the fields of grass, I spot the rest of the ghouls, waiting. They look like ants from this distance, waiting to gather around and eat me up the minute I fall. "Please, don't hurt me."

His gaze locked onto mine as he let far fetched information sink. 'What do you mean? We buried her at Lang'ata cemetery. Ray we held a funeral for my mum. ' I even laughed it off, I thought they were crazy for even thinking that way. 'Could you at least think about the possibility of your mother not being buried as you seem to think. ' Bryson's pleading voice was coupled up with an hint of sadness in the tone. 'Take a look at this Ava, maybe you will believe us. ' Bryson handed me a photo on it's upside form. I took it skeptically and when I looked at it, I was completely shocked.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

‘I was this close to finding the likes of my daughter, finally, I was going to find out what to get her on her birthday but she showed up and ruined everything,’ Owino gazed on the sealing with pain ‘He has already started sneaking on the maid’s room, thinking that I will let him get his way, anyway I didn’t know he was eavesdropping on the girls,’ Melina’s thought.

Even the mountain wind seemed to hesitate, unsure whether it was welcome. “Good,” Althea murmured. “They’re here.” Maerin frowned. “I don’t see anyone.” “Of course you don’t,” Althea replied calmly. “That’s the point.” The first ghost manifested not as a figure, but as an absence in an area where light bent wrong, where shadow didn’t quite obey. Then the shape resolved: tall, broad-shouldered, eyes like pale embers burning behind a half-smile that never reached them.

A few broke away from the feast and streaked up the spire after us. “They’re coming!” Kairi yelled. Maia turned, a snarl on her lips. “I will hold them. Run!” She planted herself on the narrow path, a bastion of primal will, as the formless Wraiths slammed into her. We didn't look back. We heard her snarls, the shrieks of the feeding Wraiths, and we ran. The peak was a needle of obsidian, thrust into a sky of swirling, mathematical patterns—the outer skin of reality itself. At the very tip was a depression, a focusing dish.