Waterland の小説・ストーリー

Nueva pretended to be grumpy and stared at Mira with icy eyes. Mira slowed her steps and looked worried for a moment. "Um, did I do something wrong" she mumbled, and her green eyes flicked nervously between Agnes and Nueva. "I will fill you in later, darling" Agnes pinched Mira's freckled cheek and turned her focus back to Nueva. "To answer your question, Moon Water is susceptible to earthly energy from the Moon. So it can become a talisman, for spells or future rituals."

She tries to fight me off but I broke her leg when I landed so she can’t get away, I wrap my hands around her neck strangling her so she can’t make some Witchy chant on me then sink my teeth into her neck draining every last drop of blood. When I pull my head up for air I feel renewed like I have recharged my battery, full of power and ready to kill with no mercy. The protective barrier the Witch had on Damon breaks and so does the ice I can feel it beneath me as water starts to seep through the cracks, I jump back and watch as the Witch sinks into the lake. Fuck, I look around and see other wolves falling through the cracks. I draw on my Water element to freeze the lake over again but just

When they arrived, the roar of the water was a symphony, a powerful, untamed sound that resonated with the burgeoning wildness within Mitchell. The waterfall was breathtaking. A curtain of pure, white water plunged into a crystal-clear pool, surrounded by moss-covered rocks and lush, vibrant foliage. The air was cool and moist, carrying the scent of pure, untamed nature. Liam stripped off his shirt, his bare chest gleaming in the diffused sunlight, and dove into the pool. Mitchell watched him, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. He looked like a creature of myth, powerful and free. He surfaced, water streaming down his face, his eyes locking with hers. "Come on!" he called,

It’s almost painful to watch. “I was speaking with Akin earlier, and I think there’s something you all should know,” Caelan says, his gaze sweeping over us with that well-practiced charm. “The Bright Waters are, well, they’re a myth. An old story. Something to lure outsiders deep into the mountains where only death awaits. It’s an Oceanean tale told to keep people out.”

I searched around for something but couldn’t find any, I can’t fight it with only claws and fangs alone, almost giving up , I caught sight of a bottle of water beneath the car in front of me, and I picked it up. I read it somewhere that water repels Umbravores, I quickly uncapped it splashed it from my hideout with my last strength when splashed, the water hisses on contact, steam rising like burnt ink.The Umbravore screeched in silence, its form unraveling - limbs stretching, folding in on themselves like smoke caught in wind. In seconds, it vanishes with a ripple of shadowlight, leaving only scorched ground and cold air behind. I felt the shackles on me broken free and I let out a deep bre

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

These weren't the mindless wisps from the edge of the swamp, these were the spirits of the women who had been hunted by the Rauvenhollow pack, and I could see their faces flickering just beneath the surface of the water like white masks made of bone and moonlight. "I can hear them, Ilyra, and they aren't just making noises, they're whispering my name and they're talking about the night the village burned as if they're still standing in the middle of the fire," Vaelor whispered, his voice shaking while he tried to keep his footing on the slippery, underwater roots.

“She’s right. It’s collapsing in on itself.” The ground heaved again. Water surged from the cracks, glowing faintly blue as it pooled around their boots. Kaelen looked down. “That’s not water.” “No,” Serenya whispered. “It’s essence.” The liquid pulsed, and in it, reflections formed — faces, memories, fragments of the vow’s past. Kaelen saw flashes of wolves kneeling beneath a silver moon. Serenya saw a woman who looked like her — older, bound in gold light, tears in her eyes.

"So, are you here to kill me?" "No. I'm just here to make a trade with you." "What trade?" The liquid woman turned her back on Wilbur. "You should know I'm the Dark Tree, and I control all forms of water on this planet. I can go anywhere as long as there is water, so I know where the pieces of the ninth dragon cauldron are located." "What?" Wilbur was overwhelmed with emotion. "You know where they are?" "Yes."

“I am sure it does that,” As she wandered deeper into the garden, she discovered hidden alcoves and secret groves, each with its own enchanting allure. In one secluded corner, a waterfall cascaded from a cliff, its crystal-clear waters imbued with the power to heal and rejuvenate. Erica quickly went near it and saw the water closely; Dominic was not lying when he said that the water here flowed backwards. The whole waterfall was flowing backwards. Erica saw different tiny animals wandering near the water, letting the refreshing mist revive their spirits.