The Last Green Valley: A Novel の小説・ストーリー

The valley was hidden. Nell stood at its edge, looking down at the green expanse below. The mountains rose on all sides, their peaks white with snow. The valley floor was covered in grass and wildflowers, untouched by the winter that had followed them for weeks. A stream ran through the center, clear and cold. Birds were singing. The air smelled like earth and water and life. It felt like the world had forgotten this place. She heard footsteps behind her. Elias. "It's beautiful," he said.

I called again, this time a little louder. She didn't move, not even a blink. I panicked. I stood up and strolled towards her. Naked. I called her again before I tapped her. "Please don't kill me". She shouted as she jerked. "Huh? ". That was the only word my mind could processs when she collapsed into me .Her heavy breath was intensed at that moment that the motherly instinct in me came alive - I embraced her. Sandra's POV I felt him behind me, the man I saw earlier. And then I knew he wasn't human.

Truth was, after all the chaos of the past month, especially the last week after she decided to leave Brent, she needed the quietness of just being alone. Slipping into a pair of flannel pajamas and her slippers, she trudged her way to the kitchen to make coffee hoping to open her eyes. As she passed the kitchen window, she heard people talking outside. Curious, she moved over to the window to investigate. Glancing out to the bright morning, she noticed a small group of college-aged kids leaning against a sports car, three boys and a girl, and it seemed the young men were giving the poor girl a hard time because she did not appear pleased at all as she tried to get around them to the car doo

“The top three quivers that you see are none less than the white, green and the red ones. The white ones are from the Ever Frost Forest, hence the pure snow white color. The shafts, they made form the great Frost Oak’s. They are said to be one of the hardest woods known to us. They wood holds a special property, being that it can not be burnt. The arrow heads are white as well. It is made from diamond dust mixed with metal during the forging process. It is said that the arrows are sharp enough to pierce through anything. They may be used, infinitely.” “The green arrows are from the vast meadows of the Great Plains. Some of the natives that lived there found a way to weave a single blade of g

One day, Arsenio suddenly looked at me with a mysterious smile and said, "Tonight, I'm taking you to see the aurora." I froze for a second, then quickly came to my senses. Medhel was located in the mid-latitude. How could they possibly see an aurora here? I looked at him in confusion, my eyes full of questions. But Arsenio only smiled, his eyes shining with anticipation and excitement. "You'll see when we get there." - Night fell. Arsenio took my hand and led me to an open field. It was incredibly quiet around us, with only the occasional sounds of insects coming from the distance. I looked around curiously, still trying to figure out what exactly he was up to in my mind.

Red, the final book in the color series. Following the events of Book 1, Green had completely changed into a different person. She was no longer a vampire but a being who had the blood of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and Dragons. The powers she had obtained coupled with the loss of her mate and the anxieties of being a mother to destined twins was enough to make her twisted. On one hand, she dearly craved revenge for her mate and on the other, she wanted to be a good mother.

Chills run down my spine and instantly my nerves vanish. We walk a little ways before he stops. He uncovers my eyes and my eyes open and try to adjust to the light. I cover my mouth and gasp. We are near the edge of the cliff and before us lies a view of the Emerald city. You can see everything from here. Below I can see the twinkling of the city lights and the hustle and bustle of the people. It seems everybody is in a rush to get somewhere, but I'm frozen in time watching as the world goes by. The view of the skyline can also be seen in the distance. The gray clouds cover the night sky as the moon tries to peek through. It's a relaxing and comforting feeling being up here.

The money I had saved from that month’s wages was just enough to cover the deposit. On the morning I officially opened for business, the sunlight was beautiful. I bought an acrylic display case and placed the damaged recipe book inside, setting it where everyone could see it. The tear across the page was left plainly visible. It was my mother’s legacy and proof of every step I had taken to get here. Dylan came by again. He had lost so much weight he barely looked like himself. He waited in line at the window and ordered the cheapest breakfast set. When it was time to pay, he did not scan the QR code. Instead, he pressed the document showing the ring’s canceled registration beside the payment

The portrait on the opposite wall no longer looked ordinary. The eyes of his grandfather seemed to point toward a single bookshelf. Emma noticed it too. "Liam..." "I think he's showing us something." Liam stood immediately. They hurried toward the shelf. Dozens of books covered it. Most looked untouched. But one book stood out. Unlike the others, its spine was clean. Someone had handled it recently. Emma reached for it. "Wait," Liam said. "It could be another trap." Emma smiled nervously. "At this point, everything is a trap."

The hope from the valley stayed with them for a day, a warm ember in Liora’s chest but with every step closer to the Black Crags, the ember cooled. The land here wasn't just sick or sad; it was also beautiful. It was wrong. The grass wasn't brown or grey, it was a vibrant, unreal green, like a painting. The trees were perfectly shaped, their leaves a uniform, waxy green. There were no weeds, no fallen branches, and no animal tracks; it was too perfect, making the skin on the back of Liora’s neck prickle.