Twisted Wonderland Malleus の小説・ストーリー

The silence that followed the death of the first monster was not peaceful. It was pregnant and heavy, the kind of stillness that precedes a flash flood or an ambush. Mwajuma stood over the broken, eight-foot corpse of the humanoid beast, her broad chest heaving as she pulled the thick, humid air into her lungs. The air in the Nation of Mizizi tasted wrong—it was cloying, sweet with the scent of massive, blooming parasitic flowers, yet underpinned by the sharp, metallic tang of decay. She looked down at her right hand. The stone gauntlet she had conjured had crumbled away, leaving her knuckles scraped and smeared with the creature’s dark, almost black blood.

"Did you really think we were some kind of mafia?" Embarrassed, I said, "That's not what I meant." "But, if Mrs. Stewart hadn't survived, they likely wouldn't be alive right now," he added as his eyes flashed with a hint of darkness. Later, I learned the truth. Although Madison and Bellamy weren't killed, they were tortured so badly that there wasn't an intact patch of skin left on them. Their limbs were severed, and they were rendered mute. When they were found, they were crawling in a pigsty in a rural village. Being in such an isolated area, no one knew who the culprits were.

she muttered tiredly. I took out the lollipop from my mouth which made a pop sound, "not every pregnancy makes someone tired joor" I rubbed my bump happily, " it makes me energetic" I laughed. I was looking around the store when my eyes caught a small ruby moon crescent earrings. I dragged Maryam there while shouting at me to stop dragging her. "See" I pointed at the earrings. "Woah" she gawked at it while I used my hand to cover her opened mouth. "It's beautiful," she mumbled.

They moved around me like living things, coiling and uncoiling in patterns that seemed to make sense to some part of my brain I'd never accessed before. "How are you doing that?" Kieran breathed. His voice sounded far away, like he was speaking through water. All I could focus on was getting my phone back, getting the answers I needed. "Give me back the phone," I said again. "A spellweaver," Cornelius murmured, his stone eyes wide with fascination. "Fascinating." The threads grew thicker, more solid. I could feel them responding to my will, ready to lash out and take what was mine.

It was the break—the wound through which forgotten time bled into now. Maera circled behind them, muttering spells of containment, though the glyphs died before they left her tongue. “The magic here predates our understanding,” she murmured, eyes wide with unspoken fear. “This is no gate—it’s a lung. It’s inhaling our world to breathe life into another.” Selena turned toward the swirling vortex, her breath syncing with the rhythm it exhaled. The Spiral throbbed. It was no longer resisting. It was aligning.

Twillow shook her head naively, "I...don't really know. The High Majis is the only one who can open a portal." Sig leaned forward very interested, "Well what do you remember? Was there a sensation? A sound? Smells?" "I think...I think I remember a golden stone around his neck...yes! He had a pendant with a golden stone around his neck and he held it in front of him. Then everything looked like it was melting behind me. Some force was pulling at me and then I was shoved through."+

Famallumi sat on the floor of the Murky Cauldron, a pile of books scattered around him, while Tansy sat at her desk sipping some mint tea Wanda forced upon her. The elf arrived shortly after Wanda put the call out to the Valentine sisters about what happened, and he immediately started poring over the books on the shelves in an attempt to decipher what happened to the witch. Tansy turned him loose in her store as she always did, but inside she wondered why the Lore Master Apprentice didn't know more lore about things. He always seemed so shocked and amazed by anything that transpired in their world even if caused by a creature from theirs, that she wondered how long he had actually been stud