Thunder And The House Of Magic 2 の小説・ストーリー

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

Or at least the part of him I choose to remember. And if how he treats his household employees, is anything to go by, Maurice the multi-billionaire is a humble man. ****** “This balcony is goals.” Liam gushed taking a seat on one of the wicker chairs I have in my balcony. Today is his first time in my house, which is just a shadow, compared to his extravagant home. But he doesn't seem to mind. Don't get me wrong, I am not poor by all means. I live on my salary and inheritance which is quite comfortable.

I returned my scarf and closed the drawer. He put my undies back and shut that drawer too. "Fine. Does this house have secret passages, secret rooms, a basement, or an attic of some kind?" I thought about that. "Not that I know of, but anything is possible." "Hmmm, okay." He placed a hand on the wall nearest to him and spoke a few words. Magic pulsed from his hand like the walls had a heartbeat. He closed his eyes, concentrating. I waited, knowing he must be searching the house with magic for secret passages.

Pregnancy shouldn’t make me feel as weak as I felt. I was concerned about the courier raven reaching its destination. I wasn’t sure a message was ever sent to Desolation from Vampire Land. To insure the raven found its way and no prying eyes could read my message, I called upon my magic to seal it and magnetize it with Desolation’s vibration. Unleashing my magic within the walls of a castle where a powerful magician resided was risky, but I saw no other way to assure my message reached Gwendoline intact.

Since magic was camouflaging it, she was hoping that the warlock would at least be successful with that. “You’ll wear the floorboards out if you keep that up,” Marcus said as he exited the house with two cold beers. Extending his hand toward Freya, he offered her one of them as he said, “Here. Sit and relax.” Her voice was filled with agitation as she asked, “Do you understand what is happening?” Snatching the opened beer bottle from his grasp so roughly that the hops based liquid spilled out onto their hands, she scowled as she added, “If we do not put a stop to that baby being born, we will end up dealing with an entirely different breed of vampire. It will be more like the ones who were b

'What do you see?' Thade's voice was a low vibration, barely audible over the sudden, thrumming silence of the room. He kept his distance, a predator giving its prey just enough room to breathe, yet his presence was a heavy weight against my skin. I closed my eyes, forcing myself back into the jagged shards of that memory. The room in my mind began to shimmer, the mundane furniture dissolving into a complex web of arcane energy. It was a suffocating lattice of light, criss-crossed with a magic that felt both ancient and erratic.

It was a command to his army and everybody charged at the house. Every single monster. The ground shook beneath our feet, death flew behind us, and Magnus's final day had come. Saltos rose in the air and charged at Selene and they were locked in brutal combat. Thunder and lighting echoed through the sky and a heavy rain descended. A storm. A light was shown in the house and a sword of energy appeared out of nowhere, illuminating the darkness. A low howl rose and Magnus leaped out of the house.

“Then we need to find out how to break this seal.” Myrra ran her fingers through the air once more, closing her eyes. “It’s old magic, layered. But there’s a key somewhere.” Bram sighed. “Let’s just hope the key isn’t another monster waiting to rip us apart.” As they deliberated, a sudden tremor ran through the chamber, and the blue markings along the walls brightened. The barrier shimmered violently, and a low, resonant hum echoed through the chamber. Rael’s sword reacted immediately, its glow flaring in response. A deep, unseen force stirred.

He tried to lunge at her, but I caught him by the throat mid-air and slammed him down into the center table, snapping it in half. “Let’s ignore courtesy and go straight to the point,” I said coldly. Thorne didn’t respond. He bolted up the stairs, I actually allowed him to think he escaped. We followed slower, my limbs weighed down, I felt the presence of black magic. My instincts screamed caution. Upstairs, the space widened into a lavish second sitting room, too quiet. We scanned the area. Curtains billowed despite the still air. Something wasn’t right. Suddenly he stepped out from behind the curtains, a twisted grin curling his lips, and in his hand, a sun-shaped relic, obsidian and gold,