Tomb Of Nazarick นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Austin scolded. " If anything happens, its all on you" i said before following him. the fence was low though so we were able to climb over and jump in. To be quite frank the tomb was like a big cuboid but it was made from a kind of steel that I've never seen before, it was polished black. The tomb was just a bit higher than 4 feet's above the ground.

“Marcus was adamant. And the truth is, there were fewer than ten of us there. Some of those people are already dead.” I closed my eyes tightly. It was terrible that word had gotten out about the catacombs. “Let’s not waste any time,” said Nalia. “Find the horn, seal this place, and let’s get out of here. We don’t know if someone set a trap outside, on the tree, to alert them when someone entered.” That made me curse, so I ran toward my mother’s grave.

Darrick asks her. “Where is she buried?” Lucy stands up. “I can go with you,” Nick offers. “It’s the Alpha tombs back at Mom and Dad’s pack.” “How quickly you forget,” Nala smiles at him. Nick slaps a hand on Darrick’s shoulder. “There is room but for one Alpha and I am loyal to mine.” Darrick and Nick nod at each other. Lucy opens a portal and she Nick disappear. “They won’t be long,” Sally tells us. “More coffee or tea?”

“Scarlett, the grave is open. There’s a chamber underneath the burial stone. Black Thorn bodies here. Recent. Something killed them before we arrived.” Nia made a wounded sound and dropped to one knee. I caught her forearm before she hit the glass-strewn floor. Her skin was burning hot. Beneath my palm, the altered muscle trembled like a trapped animal. Daniel continued, “There are command markings on the walls. Older than Voss’s vault. Anya says this is where Subject Zero was first buried.” “Is there a body?” A pause. “Not anymore.” The corridor went cold. Nia lifted her head.

The people in my life–the good and the bad ones–all live here. Fury bubbles up my chest. I want to run into the main building and take on every last Silver Hunter. I don’t, though. I need to be smart about this. Staying low, I jog up to the wishing well. A tower covered in vines, it looks like something out of a fairy tale. The vines are thick and green and wrap around the stone like a chorus of garden snakes. The stone itself is weathered, the mortar crumbling. Holding my breath, I push open the aged wooden door and step inside.

She had stood in the garden, smiling gently. Simon stared at it, his fingers tightening until the photo crumpled into a wrinkled mess. "Send the order," he said coldly. "Search the entire city for Gracie Green. I want her—dead or alive." Connor saluted and left. Simon returned to the bathroom doorway, leaning against the wall, and slowly slid down to the floor. He stayed still like that through the night.

Its doors were shattered, and shards of glass covered the wooden floor. The rare discontinued Labubu and limited-edition Zimomo figures that I'd spent five years collecting from all over the world were now all decapitated and dismembered. Some had their arms snapped off, while others had their faces stomped flat. Singer from The Monster Forest Concert collection—a global limited edition of only ten pieces—was now being trampled underfoot by five-year-old Celeste Atwood. She was grinding it beneath her little leather shoes, pressing down hard on its vinyl face.

Cazer proceeded past the mossy and worn graves until he came to the one he sought. A sandstone mausoleum to one of the Alliance’s founders, Regus Sieg. The foreboding bars, clamped shut over the structure’s hollow opening, were only made more grim by the effects that time had over its once pristine stones and columns. Weathered and darkened by centuries of dreary days, such as this, Cazer mounted the few steps that led up to its gates. Placing a hand onto its cold metal, there was a brief pause before the portal recognized him as the Director of the Night Gate. The subtle sound of the lock as it slid from its long held position confirming that he was allowed entry, the hinges whined noisily

The cemetery held such a powerful mix of emotions—energy, sadness, and heaviness—that left me in awe. I moved the light over the area, revealing a towering tomb that dominated the back right corner. The moonlight cast eerie shadows, adding to the mystique. It was exactly where the star on the map had indicated. The name Gomez was carved into the highest point of the mausoleum in a font reminiscent of Old English. A small plaque on the side of the structure, covered in mineral buildup from years of weathering, displayed six names with middle initials.

"That's a front. The catacombs beneath it are intact. They connect to the Ley Lines." "She's building a ritual site," I realized aloud. The pieces were clicking into place. Veronica wasn't just playing Queen. She was accelerating Morana’s plan. She was preparing the sacrifice. "We have to move," Nash said. He tried to stand again, his hands gripping the edge of the cot. "I have to stop her." "You can't even stand, Nash," I said, the harsh truth slipping out before I could stop it. Nash flinched as if I had slapped him. He sat back down, defeated.