Unscramble Anchor の小説・ストーリー

I answered. "Okay Mommy. I understand. By the way uncle Rozz called a while ago, asking if your home ." his storytelling. Shit! "Okay baby. If uncle Rozz called again tell him that I'm with Ayesha okay? Tell him that I lost my phone." I bit my tongue as I dropped a lie. "Okay Mommy. Auntie Azaia is here, I'm going to play with her. Babye Mommy, Iloveyou." he said goodbye to me.

Allie POV I looked back up, ready to thank Skye, but she had already gone. It was as though she’d disappeared into thin air. The horse suddenly spooked and took off. Josh swore under his breath and raced after it, but quickly realised it was pointless. I unfurled my hand to reveal a smooth golden circle. It looked like a compass, but was the size of a watch face. It had no markings, directions or coordinates, just a single black arrow. When I turned in a circle, the arrow never lost its place, always pointing me in the same direction.

“You’ve got power now, but that doesn’t make you safe. It just makes you visible.” Lena’s hands curled into fists. “Then we’ll be seen. I’m done hiding.” But the woman stepped closer, lowering her voice. “There’s something else. Something worse.” Lena stared. “Worse than a flood of soul-eating echoes?” “Yes.” The woman’s hands trembled as she flipped to the last page in her notebook—a single word was scrawled in black ink, over and over, until it almost tore the paper: Anchor. Anchor. Anchor.

She reached over and grabbed ahold of Zeke’s hand, linking her fingers with his. “Since Kyra exists between both worlds, she needs an Anchor to tie her to this world or she will cease to exist eventually. An Anchor can be a person, place, or thing. It is something that has a connection with her on a spiritual level. Before it was Alexia that tied her to this world, well technically her, but her spirit was split.” She paused for a moment, as if deep in thought.

“I’m going to use the Anchor ability offensively for the first time. Not to stabilize the pack. Not to project calm. I’m going to push them back before they even reach our boundary line.” The room went silent. Vael leaned forward, his expression darkening. “Jordan, I warned you this was possible, but I also told you how dangerous it is. Using the Anchor offensively isn’t like anything you’ve done before. You’ll be pushing your own energy outward on a massive scale. If you push too hard, you could destabilize yourself. Your own core could fracture. You might not come back from that the same way.”

Liam asked as he bored his on Damon "Not too fast kid, note one thing first, taking control over the wolf in you means one thing Liam, you must have an anchor!" Damon explained "What's an anchor?" Liam asked "Good question kid, an anchor is an attachment to you, someone that connects you between the darkness and the light, between the spiritual realm and Reality, it may be someone you love or hate, an anchor comes in different aspects and it differs, for some it's a person while for some it's emotions, it's more like a Life symbol!!"

And why did I feel so scared of him? “Alpha Sight?” He nods, then he raises his hand and elongates his nails. “It’s when an Alpha embeds their claws at the base of someone’s skull to view their memories. Like I said, Cezar wasn’t innocent of anything.” I look at his black claws and watch as they go back to normal before I peer up at Nero again. “Did… Did Cezar do something to me? Is that why you don’t want to tell me?” A pained expression crosses his face, and my heart drops. I don’t want to think about it… in fact, I don’t want to know what that man did to me. If it was something that still stuck with me after all this time, then I am better off not knowing.

he snaps, and I cringe again as I notice this room has hardly fared better than the others. Anna’s voice is breathy when she speaks. “I tried to save a crow. His leg was stuck in a fence. He freaked out, flew everywhere.” I try to take in the story, breaking out in a cold sweat when I notice Riven’s sculpture is missing from the top of the display cabinet. I notice the brush and the pan full of glass at his feet and the furniture polish in Anna’s hand. No. Oh God, no. “I’ll pay for the damage,” I say, and Riven sneers at me.

The Unhollow whispered one final word. Anchor.

The runes beneath us adjusted, lines of ancient geometry realigning as if responding to a long-delayed answer. A murmur rippled through the Concord now. An alarming one. “The Anchor,” one of them whispered. “She is not adjacent.” “No,” I said quietly, hearing him anyway. “I am not.” I shifted Luciano just enough that his small hand rested against my collarbone, our pulses aligned. “You believed the Anchor was a function. A role that could be transferred, restricted, or coerced. But Anchors are not placed. They emerge.” The younger delegate took an involuntary step back. “You are claiming—”