Virche Evermore の小説・ストーリー

Touch. What a delicate sense. The feeling of someone touching my body left me breathless… I couldn’t see or hear; all I could do was feel. Lips making their way down my body. Hands caressing my skin as if I were a fragile doll that could break any moment. I felt the person causing these strange feelings come up to my ear and whisper, “I want you.” The voice was deep and husky. I didn’t know who the owner was, but my body ached for whoever he was. My lips parted,

It was in the middle of the night and everyone was supposedly dead asleep. Then suddenly, the door to Esther's room slung open. A silhouette figure stood steadied in the entrance appearing to be watching her with its protruding bloody eyes that were hidden beneath its mask. Its huge shape was covered in a long dark dress that flared down to its feet and covered its boots that had a tail of a fish in front. The door opened and then slammed again repeatedly, each time making a loud sound as if it was swayed by a gale of wind. Esther quickly snapped out of her sleep frightened,

Turning back to Damon, I added, "Make it look like drifters set it on fire. Leave two betas behind to make sure everything worked as planned." Damon nodded his head. "Sure, Alpha," he said gravely. "Alpha!" Everyone turned towards the approaching beta. "There's something you need to see at the northern edge of the property." "What is it?" I asked as we dashed to the place he indicated. "We were looking around for more rogues..." "And?" I asked with raised brows. "There are roughly a dozen or so freshly dug graves over there. As soon as we verified what they were. We have not counted them all yet..."

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

it was a cold mountain. “That's not even the best part.” Poison said and the image in front of Alaric's eyes changed. This time, Violet was floating in what looked like noid and every second she spent screaming, there were unseen monsters ripping off her flesh causing her entire body to be filled with blood. Then, lightning from an unknown source struck her, making her scream out loud in pain. Alaric felt his chest start to ache. He couldn't watch it anymore. “I don't care. This is her karma for killing Chief June.”

She was finally home. The End

The "Violet-Spring" of 2024 was not a silent bloom; it was a rhythmic pulse that began to synchronize with the heartbeats of everyone in Geneva. As the indigo-haze settled over the Palais des Nations, the "Natural-Sombra" began to whisper through the nervous systems of the city. Avery Vane-Thorne, standing in the center of the courtyard, felt a "Cold-Silver-Frequency" cutting through the warm "Amber-Resonance" of the Earth. It was the "Causal-Ghost"—the digital remains of the Future-Avery who had been deleted in Chapter 141. She had not vanished into the void; she had compressed her entire existence into a "Recessive-Genetic-Instruction" hidden within the violet-pollen.

“Hearsay—” “I have copies.” Maeve reached into her cloak and unrolled a scroll of charmed vellum. “Pulled directly from the Everley House archive with permission. Timestamped. Recorded.” The murmur rose again. Even the Elders leaned closer. “I matched the contents to receipts filed by a courier service operating between our territory and Bloodpine,” she continued, laying each document in a neat line across the presentation stone. “The delivery included two blackroot seeds, powdered vervain, a diluted vial of manticore venom, and crushed blood opal.”

Instead of placing the receiver on the telephone, I place it on the table so that whoever calls might find it engaged all through. George is already naked when the irresistible blonde let's herself in, locking the door behind her. “What the fuck?” George gasps. “She's hot, isn't she?” I tease. “Ofcourse she is!” “Hello handsome.. ” Carmela teases as she lifts her micro mini to expose her deliciously brown thighs. George pounces on her with all his might and almost tears her tiny skirt off. I don't want to be a witness to whatever happens next therefore I tuck the documents securely under my skirt and walk out, winking at the blonde whose hands are already on the table, bending over as George