Virche Evermore の小説・ストーリー

CHAPTER 11 — Cold & Warm A younger woman appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Her hair was loose, and she wore a casual yet expensive matching blouse and skirt that made her look effortlessly beautiful. With familiar brown eyes and facial structure, Kallista thought she must be a Hawthorne. “You must be the new bride,” the woman said, descending the stairs with an intimidating grace. “Lila,” Evelyn said sharply. “What?” Lila shrugged, her sharp blue eyes raking over Kallista. “I’m just introducing myself. Lila Hawthorne, Jaxon’s cousin.”

Into a deeper place. There, she saw chains—not of metal, but names. Names spoken and forgotten. Names bound in blood. She saw the Seed writhing in its forested pit. The Tether uncoiling in the ocean’s eye. And she saw a third force. One that had been cut away long ago. A flickering flame encased in crystal. A voice without a name. A whisper without a world. Salt-Eye fell to her knees, gasping. When she looked up, Mother Virelle was staring at her—not with anger, but with recognition.

Victoria was in the center of it all, wearing a white silk robe with Bride embroidered on the back in crystals. "Sasha! Pay attention!" Victoria snapped, gesturing to a pile of designer shoes on the floor. "The Louboutins go in the blue trunk, and the heels need to be individually wrapped in tissue. If I see a single scuff when I get there, I’ll have your head." Her friends girls with names like Tiffany and Blair who looked at me like I was a stray cat that had wandered into the house laughed. "God, Vic," Tiffany giggled, sipping from a glass of champagne. "How do you stand it? Having them just... hovering all the time? It’s so creepy."

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

That one sentence cut straight through my heart. On the first day back at work after the new year, a runaway truck came barreling toward us and ended both our lives. But I wasn't afraid. If anything, I felt relieved. Now, with both of us regressing into the past, we had silently agreed to go our separate ways. There was nothing left between us. I pushed the check back to her and said calmly, "It's fine. I don't want charity from a stranger. Thank you." Liana looked unhappy, her brows furrowed. "Ryan, what's that supposed to mean? Are you calling me a stranger?"

It's terrifying to me, I was finally letting go of a town that brought my mother so much joy and happiness. The town my parents made into a home. It would be hard to leave my forest. Eric's forest. Our forest. And most of all the evergreens that protect my forever resting mother. Stepping into Eric's home I could hear Elise crying from the living room. "Where's Nova?" I asked, confused as to why she was crying with no sign of Nova anywhere. "I couldn't help it, I told her" Elise sobbed. "Her mother is a murder" she cries out.

They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery. The human king after all this, decided to build a fence to keep his people safe from the dangers of the vipers. These vipers, held in human bodies, had green eyes and all had one motive; enslave humans. It was strictly prohibited to get close to one, because it would only bring demise to the human kingdom. He had to protect his people if the Viper king didn’t settle with negotiations. During this short period of time, war ceased since the Viper King found no way on how to get close to the humans. Nearby the f

The ruins of the Moon Shadow Manor did not look like stone anymore. They looked like a scab. A thick, undulating membrane of violet-black ichor had grown over the wreckage, pulsing with a slow, nauseating rhythm. As the combined armies of the Silver Pack and the Iron Ridge crested the final hill, the horses whinnied in terror, and the wolves let out low, mournful whimpers. The air here was dead—no oxygen, only the stinging scent of sulfur and ancient, rotting memories.

Bullets, arrows, and other projectiles sail towards him, but he embraces the impact like a metalhead at a mosh pit, making no effort to dodge them. Skidding to a halt, Vivaldi snaps a Hunter's neck like a dry twig, the sickening crack echoing through the night. With a grunt, he yanks an arrow from his shoulder and sends it hurtling back toward the group, piercing a Hunter's eye with a grotesque squelch. One by one, he takes them down with the brutal efficiency of a supernatural hitman. In a desperate bid for survival, one Hunter yells, "Evergardenade!" My eyes widen in alarm—I know exactly what that means. It's the Misty Evergarden Grenade, a potent weapon designed to incapacitate even the m