The Web Of Wyrd の小説・ストーリー

Thoughts ran through her head as she listened to the loud rumbling sound the thunder made. She remembered something, something so dear to her heart, the cruel manner her parents died. She remembered it like it was yesterday. Her father was a strong werewolf, so strong that he could control people's minds just by staring at her, her mother, a witch. She was strong in her own way. A great battle broke out and their survival rested on their shoulders. The responsibility of defending their town Crimo, which was later renamed as New York, fell on them. They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered.

capturing the literal ripples in the air of the penthouse. "The air is becoming... heavy," Emma said, her eyes fixed on a swirling vortex of violet mist near the ceiling. "Look at the mathematics of the turbulence. It’s not random. The Shift is trying to reach a state of Equilibrium." $$\Delta \text{Reality} = \int (\Phi_{\text{Wyrd}} - \Phi_{\text{Mundane}}) \, dA$$ She showed them her sketches. The "Mundane" world was like a dry sponge, and the "Wyrd" was the water. The two were soaking into each other, creating a new, saturated state that Emma called "The Third Frequency."

We pushed the door open together. The night had turned wrong. The moon was a smear of sickly green, and the air smelled of rot and burnt iron. Dorian and Elias fought in a clearing twenty yards ahead—huge wolves, fur matted with blood, jaws clamped around a writhing mass of shadow and eyes. It had no true form: a vortex of black tendrils, each tipped with a mouth that gibbered and laughed. The curse-born wraith. Every time Dorian tore a piece off, it re-formed. Elias pinned a tendril, only for three more to lash across his flank, drawing deep gashes. The wolves were losing.

--- Two Days Later — Edge of the Wyrmwood They stood at the boundary of death. The Wyrmwood was a stretch of land where nothing natural survived. The trees were blackened husks, their bark split and oozing red sap. The soil was cracked and lifeless, humming faintly with necrotic magic. A thin fog clung to the air, thick enough to mute sound and distort light. Lucien knelt and touched the ground. “This place is wrong. We’ll have to be careful. Step wrong and the land itself can twist your mind.”

She was dripping down his balls, trembling on the edge of coming, with her brother just steps away. Alex opened the fridge. The light spilled into the living room, almost reaching them. Ethan’s cock throbbed inside her. He smiled darkly against her neck and slowly rocked his hips once… twice… pushing just a little deeper. Lila’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Would Alex turn around? Would he see his little sister impaled on his best friend’s thick cock? The fridge door started to close. To be continued…

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

Blood dripped to the floor as Beth shrieked in horror. The thing—the witch—lifted its head, its face no longer human, but a grotesque mask of hollow eyes and a mouth stretched into a wicked grin. With one swift move, the witch grabbed me by the throat and squeezed. I gasped for air as her grip tightened, my legs kicking helplessly beneath me. My mind raced, panic flooding my system. “Beth, run!” I choked out between strangled breaths. Beth hesitated, her eyes wide with terror. “Jack—”

“What do you mean?” My mother’s eyes darken, the weight of her words pressing down on us. “The magic he bound himself to is called Veydris. It is forbidden—older than wolves, older than kingdoms, older than memory itself. Veydris does not grant power. It consumes. It strips away the soul, devours the body, and leaves nothing but a vessel of rot and hunger. He may seem unstoppable now, but his life is burning away like a candle thrown into fire. A year, perhaps two—and when that flame dies, there will be nothing left of him but ash.”

“The energy required for any such parasitic action shall be reflected back upon its source, magnified by the potential of this prime reality. The hunter shall be gutted by its own strike.” The golden web touched my skin. It did not burn; it sank in, weaving itself into my soul, into the very scar of my bond with Kairi, into the cold void I had cultivated. It was agony—not a physical pain, but the torment of having a fundamental, hostile law branded onto one’s existence. I did not flinch. I did not cry out. I embraced it, letting the cold within me fuse with the golden, lethal web. The light intensified, then collapsed inward, disappearing into me. The process was complete.

I saw how vicious the Empress was, there was no use denying it. "Because of the Empress' wishes, she tried to bribe your mother into gathering information from the Chancellor, any information that the Empress could use against the Emperor, that was what she wanted. Your mother obviously refused and then she told the Chancellor about it. This made the Empress angry, and because of that anger, she wiped out your mother's entire clan and poisoned your mother as well." I was shocked to hear the story of Himawari's mother. Maybe that was the reason why in all of Himawari's memories, none had her mother's family on them. Not even a name or a face.