The Realm's Delight の小説・ストーリー

It was not to be supposed that he should feel as much interest in Patrick as in his sister, but even Patrick had been invited to dine at the Pavilion once, and had gone there in a state of considerable awe, and returned home dazzled by the magnificence of the state apartments, and slightly fuddled by the Regent's famous Diabolino brandy. He had tried to describe the banqueting room to his sister, but he had retrained so confused an impression of it that he could only say that he had sat at an immensely long table, under a thirty foot Lustre, all glass pearls, and rubies, and tassels of brilliants, which hung from a dome painted like an Eastern sky, with the foliage of a giant plantain tree s

Of course, I wasn't used to dark realms like this, the last one I passed being when we crossed the worlds. "This is the Realm of Celibate Death," she said. My mouth fell open in shock. What exactly was that supposed to mean? "And what do you mean?" I asked, beginning to go unsure of the whole thing. "Which means this is the Realm of death. But, it doesn't take creatures' lives, it is an idle place for death," she explained. I scratched my head, still confused. The whole explanation was still not clear to me and vivid. It was like acid was poured in my eyes, while I wandered a dark and cold derelict street.

Amell sighed with a sad shake of his head. "You have an independent territory?" Vladimir raised a brow at the new piece of information. "Ha! Why do you think we wanted the ownership of the Fountain of Spirits?" Amell ridiculed as if Vladimir had asked a silly question. At Valdimir's dumbstruck look, Amell threw a filthy look around the preying ears before fisting Vladimir's collar bringing his ear close to his mouth making them appear like two lovers sharing a secret between them. "Don't tell anyone. The Fountain of Spirits might be an ordinary getaway for the Dragons but inside it is a Hidden Realm, a territory larger than any Kingdom you have ever visited."

"Yes, it's everywhere. This....this forest has a long history of death, deception. And......a part of this forest is in every realm. You must be aware that there are 7 realms. Technically there were 8 realms Earth, Helmfirth, Erstonia, Ebraxas, Craburn, Icosall, Byrandan, Pamlivam but, Ebraxas was........ destroyed so now, there are only 7 realms" "Wait, you know about Byrandan?",asked Zane curiously "Well yes.......",said the woman. "The kings and queens of every realm have a treaty. The realms have a treaty never to wage war against each other. Queen Isabella always hated the treaty, she's the queen from Erstonia and she hates Queen Kendra. She's always wanted to attack Helmfirth but.....y

She nods and replies, “Well, yes. The next stop will be Hecate's Realm.” I wince. Upon entering the realm, it is extremely surprising how beautiful it is. It is a vast meadow whose lands extend beyond the horizon. Majestic mountains surround it. It contains an exquisite variety of shades of green. I can smell the scent of wet earth just like it does after it rains. I can hear the water running through waterfalls and rivers. I can feel the breeze that makes our hair wave and the sunlight, along with its color, that promises us peace and calm. She takes a deep breath, smiles and says, “Come on, it's this way.”

*THE REALM OF LOST SOULS IS ONE OF THE SEVEN REALMS THE CONSIST OF PURGATORY, ITS SIZE IS ON EQUAL FOOTING WITH THE EARTH’S MOON *THE EXACT LOCATION OF PAIMON AND ELIJAH IS THE ISLAND OF THE FORGOTTEN WITH ITS SIZE BEING COMPARABLE TO THAT OF ASIA Paimon and Elijah appear in a dimly lit area with mist covering the place, pain and despair is almost tangible in the air with the smell of hopelessness hanging ELIJAH : Where is this place, I can literally feel the hopelessness in the atmosphere PAIMON : This is the realm of lost souls, one of the seven realms that make up purgatory… this is where you shall die

"Explain please." After the waitress placed a pint in front of Haldir, she took Mory’s glass. Once he took a drink, he set it down then blew out through his mouth in irritation. This wasn’t the kind of activity he was hoping for tonight. "It's kind of hard to explain. This world, it's just like a dream for supernaturals. A very long vacation from their real lives. The Realm is where supernaturals go when they have had enough of this world or if they die here." Mory swallowed down what she truly wanted to ask as her eyes became glassy. Having immortality dangled in front of her like a carrot was the cruelest kind of trick. "Like Heaven?"

_____________ A minute late-she says as soon as I step into the hall. _____________ Are you going to babysit me every day or just until I learn the way? - He starts walking beside me and guides me sympathetically. _____________ What do you think? _____________ I think this is the beginning of a long and fun friendship, officer. _____________ I think so too, Lady Marin. _____________ Do not call me like that. _____________ As you wish, Lady Marin. Next to last night's feast, breakfast seems bland. The "smallest" dining room is still huge, with its high ceilings and river views. The table, however, is set for only three. To my dismay, the other two people are Celine and the queen. They're alre

Lady Cresta took Anna to another realm, Purgatory. The realm between the human world and the afterlife. This is where the souls who are not welcome in the hereafter float. The realm resembles a vast meadow at night. An endless meadow. Only grass on all horizons. With a mystical purple, blue and pink night sky full of celestial bodies. What an amazing landscape, cosmic and yet mysteriously beautiful, this sky. Anna was spellbound and had goose bumps.

“Which is why I’m your mate. Now let’s see how much fun we can have while we get down to business creating the foundations for history.” “I guess it should be interesting to see how this will turn out. Though, only time will tell on that.” Raven shifted up onto her tiptoes and kissed her mate as her fingers buried in his hair at the back of his head. FIFTEEN YEARS LATER The Dream Realm is a work in progress and will always be. It’s an ever changing and shifting in one place or another. There’s always something hidden or popping up in some long-forgotten corner. Or was that place there yesterday? Yes, life would never be quiet for anyone.