Virche Evermore の小説・ストーリー

Her body trembled And the wolves behind her stopped moving The veil pulsed once, hard Then again And cracked A scream ripped through the sky—not hers, not mine Virex He was not pleased Because she remembered And the false Elixir collapsed to her knees, eyes turning violet Not as a weapon As return I caught her before she hit the ground Held her like I would’ve held a sister Or a part of myself I had once been afraid to love She looked up at me and whispered, “End him.” But before I could answer, the veil tore open And what stepped through wasn’t a god It wasn’t a monster It was a void made flesh Virex no longer needed words His very presence bent the world around him The air twisted The wolv

I whispered, voice steady, green eyes holding his, defiant, raw. His growl softened, ice-blue glinting, his hand lingering on my arm, scars flexing, torchlight catching the sweat beading on his skin, alive, wild, relentless. “Together,” he echoed, voice low, rough, stepping closer, his chest brushing mine, heat coiling low, steamy, alive. My breath snagged, green eyes wide, fierce, his heat drowning me, pulling me, damn it, pulling me deep. The wind howled again, sharp and cold, Vira’s growl rumbling, mossy scent thick, her shadow shifting, alive, steady.

While Amber had been cleaning up the house and herself, she had 4 more vivid visions. These were much stronger than she ever had in the past. She saw the vampires she would need to go hunt down, and it wasn’t just a few either. She was shocked with how many visions and how many vampires there were. She went to her computer to do some research on the old downtown neighborhood and find out what the true issues were taking place and what were just vampire related. Her findings kept coming up with the same 2 she had in her visions. Mara and Gedeon Arma from the Armageddon Clan. “Sure, that was original!” The had been there about 10 years now. They moved in shortly after she had left and over the

All vampires had powers of telepathy but nothing like the power of the Elders, which allowed them to see another's memories. Cyrene lowered her eyes. "Yes, Master. I feel you." It was an unpleasant invasion, and I always hated it. However, I am one of a very few Master level vampires to have been on the other side of the coin. Due to my blood bond with an Elder, I am able to share his memories and the joy of being the one that he loves. "What would make Malarias look into your head?" Alexis asked her. Cyrene seemed at a loss or else was too freaked so I answered for her.

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

Eryx roared, closing his eyes and relying on the primal, carnal bond of our souls. I turned toward the "Cloud-Center"—a massive, floating spire of silver-data that was suspended above the village. Inside the spire, I could see the Fourteen Thrones, but they were no longer occupied by our fathers. They were occupied by the High Council of the East, their consciousnesses uploaded into the "Virtual Dawn".

It always did—trapped somewhere between her ears, replaying like a curse inside a curse. She had begged the Moon Goddess that night. Begged for mercy, for strength, for something that could make the pain mean something. And the curse had answered. It had slipped into her like fog, like a lover, like a lie wrapped in comfort. It gave her power. Rage. Purpose. It took everything else. Now, Vyre stood at the crumbling edge of what was once the Blackmoor estate, surrounded by decay and the stink of old blood. The Earth here never healed. It drank from the dead and stayed thirsty.

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

To only get support of another tree. " Fuc* it" Ardo curses. Determination set in his eyes. Clenching his fist he speaks loudly. And this time. Viper's footsteps stop. " I love you Eirene! I love you so fuc*ing much!" " Pl-ease don't leave me again. Please!" Gasps follow at the name. And I for a second thought my ears were lying. No. It can't be. How is this possible? Eirene is a women. Viper is a man. But wait a second. How do they know it's a man.

I pushed the door open. The inside was pleasantly warm. There was a fire burning in a hole scooped in the ground and the smoke coming out through some runes cut in the stone. The shelves were filled with glass jars--shiny fungus, pickled eyeballs, feathers which stirred when you turned your head. There were sigils of the walls which faintly pulsed. And she was there. Vireya had her back turned on me, feeding herbs into a mortar. She wore a cloak of tied wolf skins, and a coronet of bones over her silver hair. Her eyes, as she turned them, were violet and inexpressible.