Vampire Diaries Arcadius の小説・ストーリー

I couldn't blame him, though; no one could hear the car's soft-running engine unless they possessed power like mine. Being a Lycan, I not only had sharp eyesight that could see through thick darkness, but I could pick up any smell or hear anything, even if it was still miles away. "Doctor Kedeva is approaching; open the gate for him." I said it firmly, emphasizing the urgency in my voice. The guard hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and reaching for the gate controls. The car drew closer, and I sensed the increased thumps in my heart. I was happy that Sony could finally get a treat and mad at Kedeva at the same time. He knew how important he was at the pack and that he was suppose

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.

I added through a kiss to his lips. He watched Randy as I passed him in the hallway. “Please make sure she doesn’t get too close. We can’t catch most mortal diseases but I don’t want to take any chances, considering out surprise guest.” “This has nothing to do with me, Lycan,” Russo affirmed. “But I understand your distrust.” I had changed upstairs into something more appropriate and met Randy on the front porch, the two of us sprinting through town square until we reached Martha and her half-brother’s home.

“Bring Maika to me. No guards. No titles. Just her and I. If she remembers everything… I owe her the truth.” Marcus nodded and turned to leave. As the door closed behind him, Valus whispered into the empty hall: “You are not just Maika… you were Aster. And you bore the child of two bloodlines never meant to cross. Gods help us all.” The moonlight spilled gently over the ancient library nestled deep within the heart of the vampire kingdom. Its scent was a mix of old parchment, ink, and something faintly floral—perhaps the lavender oil still used to preserve some of the oldest scrolls. Maika stood before a towering bookshelf, her fingers trembling as they hovered above an aged leather-bound jo

“I cannot watch you die. You can go back to hating me when you are okay but just let me save you. Please, I beg of you.” Seeing the look of frustration in his black eyes, and also the fact that she was almost losing control, Mariah decided to just give in. As soon as thought it, she grabbed his hand and her elongated fangs dug into his skin. Alaric winced in pain but he held on. He watched her, right now, he couldn’t perceive Modach scent on her but a scent he had never perceived in his life before. He watched as she sucked his blood hungrily and he knew it wasn’t just because he told her his blood could heal her. She was feeding on his blood, like a wild animal. Like he was food to her. The

Viktor said with satisfaction. "Alaric!" I screamed, fighting against the vampire holding me. Alaric fell to his knees, his hand pressed to the wound as blood gushed out too fast between his fingers Through our bond, I felt his pain, felt his strength failing, felt his heartbeat slowing down "No, no, no..." I thrashed harder, desperate to reach him. "Let me go! ALARIC!" He looked up at me, and his eyes were fading. "Rhea..." Gboaw

The Crescent’s light shifted its hue, the silver edged in something darker, older. I pressed further into the place where his consciousness flickered between depths. And found him there — suspended, wounded, holding. “You can let go,” I whispered internally. “Not into death. Into me.” His eyes did not open, but something within him stirred. Marcus’ grip tightened around Xavier’s consciousness, protective and terrified. “If you do not release control,” I said firmly to the Lycan presence, “you will lose him anyway.” The words hung heavy. Artemis’ breathing grew shallow. Her light began to thin dangerously. I could feel her strength bleeding into him, patching wounds he refused to acknowledge.

“Well, if you start glowing or shifting into a three-headed beast, do let me know. I want a front-row seat.” Back by the center of the room, Lucian nursed a dark glass of crimson wine. He felt it before he saw it—a familiar presence brushing against his senses. “Lucian D’Arcy” came a honeyed voice. Lucian turned slowly, eyes narrowing as a tall fae approached, shimmering in layers of gossamer robes. The fae smiled broadly, golden hair cascading down his shoulders like silk. “Alaric,” Lucian said with a nod.

The grief was consuming me. “I’m really sorry,” I managed to say. “I thought he was someone else.” “Evidently,” she said, laughing a melodious laugh that eased my nerves slightly. “No harm done. My name is Seraphina. The one who grabbed that guy is Xander. We’re his loyal warriors.” Seraphina’s words sank in slowly. This cold-eyed man was not Elias, but the Lycan King. These were his warriors. It was all too much. I felt like the ground was shifting beneath my feet, and I wanted to throw up.