Timothee Chalamet Regulus Black の小説・ストーリー

The werewolves, once full of reverence, now watched with mocking eyes, some even quietly laughing at the once-mighty Alpha, who had fallen so far. Charlie gripped the glass bottle, his right hand slapping his own face so hard it turned bright red, half of it swelling up from the impact. His parents, unable to watch any longer, tried to shut down the livestream, but Charlie pushed them aside. "Don't touch it! No one can turn off the camera! "This is all my fault. I'm going to confess, right here, in front of the entire world, in front of all our people!" Ignoring the swelling in his face, he knelt straight in front of the camera.

Let him know how much I loved him. My steps became faster and faster as if I was going to run in the next second. I finally walked through the long aisle and stood next to Alex. I raised my head, looked at his face, and calmed my breath. “Alex Troy, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, whether in health or illness, rich or poor, are you willing to hold Rebecca Swan's hands, respect and love her, until death separates you?” The priest looked at our fingers intertwined and coughed awkwardly.

She was holding his arm tightly as if she was afraid he would disappear. Leon stepped forward until he was standing right in front of me. I could feel the bond between us pulling, like an invisible thread tying my heart to his. It hurt just to stand near him. He looked down at me and for a moment neither of us spoke. Then he said in a loud and clear voice so everyone could hear: “I, Leon Maxwell, future Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack, reject Anya Taylor as my fated mate. From this moment on, she means nothing to me and I claim no bond with her.”

She declared. Regan nodded. “Alpha Regan.” A voice called from behind and they turned to see Alpha Clawn walking towards them. “I hope she is ready? The path to my pack can be quite dangerous when it gets dark.” He said. Regan nodded and said, “She is ready, but just one thing is left.” “What's that?” Ivorie asked, her eyes clear as she had wiped the tears from them. “Estan.” Regan announced. “He is also a target and he is ever so vulnerable so you have to take him also. Maybe there might be a witch who can remove the curse from him in Blackwood pack.” He explained and Alpha Clawn nodded.

Instead, she spun on her heel and stormed out. A glass somewhere clinked too hard against the tray. And just like that, the wolves returned to their dances, their drinks, and their pretending. Lena reappeared beside me, smug as ever. “Handled like a Luna.” I didn’t answer. Something in the room shifted. Again. The party was still glittering on the surface, but beneath it, something burned. The ballroom doors opened not loudly or dramatically. Just enough. And still, every eye turned. Rael entered like he owned the building and didn’t care who knew it. Black on black. Collar crisp. Shoulders cut from war and want. His eyes scanned once, found mine, and locked.

She had spent eight months trying to make it feel like one. She turned away. She didn’t know it yet… But that was the last time Leslie Blackwell would walk out of the Blackwell estate believing she would ever be the same woman again.

“You lost the right to tell me what to do a long time ago.” For one second, real emotion slipped through. “I know,” he said quietly. The honesty of it caught her off guard. And Kael noticed. Before either of them could say another word, Ronan suddenly straightened near the unconscious wolf. “Problem,” he said calmly. Everyone turned immediately. The black markings beneath the wolf’s skin were moving again. Faster this time and unlike before, they were spreading upward toward his face. The wolf’s body jerked violently against the restraints. Then his eyes snapped open, completely black. A distorted scream tore from his throat as the marks flared bright beneath his skin and every torch in the

Bella stared into Evan's eyes. Both return to their senses and Bella attempts to step back from Evan. “I did not know about your leg.” He slowly said, “Not a problem, sir; I deserve it.” She said, Sir? did she say sir? Evan disliked her formal manner. Bella begins to go from there, but Evan holds her hand. “You're in pain; can i help?” Bella turns to him. “Now I can withstand even the most severe agony. Time has made me stronger, and perhaps my hatred for my own people has also contributed to my strength. Unfortunately, I could not find the file.” Bella goes away, and Evan stares at her blankly. *************************************

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

Her eyes, sharp and electric, met mine the moment she decrypted the final file. “It’s not him,” she said. “Not physically. But it’s him.” “What does that mean?” I asked. She swallowed. “It means Reagan didn’t just build weapons. He built himself a backup. A living, breathing AI system—part algorithm, part sentience. Modeled on his mind.” Lucien stood frozen. “You’re saying he uploaded his consciousness.” “I’m saying Reagan Blackwood never planned to die.” The AI called itself REMUS. It wasn’t just a program. It was a voice, a presence. And it didn’t want power.