Witch Voices の小説・ストーリー

Will waved his little hands under the sheet and said, "Goodbye, Lisa. Please come and visit us." "Yes, I promise I will. You're welcome to drop by here any time you like," I said. Vincent turned his back and changed into a mist. Then, they disappeared into the gentle breeze of wind. "Wow, vampires travel in style. I want that." That's Mr. Weasel's voice. "Are you feeling better now?" I asked. He stretched out his front legs on the bed and said, "Help me, human woman! It's so itchy!"

But I couldn't let their doubts deter me. Pushing open the door, I stepped forward, ready to confront Alpha and challenge his outdated beliefs. My hybrid spirit surged within me, fueling my resolve. "Alpha," I spoke firmly, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, "I know you bear a grudge against witches, but I am not the source of your pain. I am a witch werewolf, yes, but I have never used my magic for dark purposes."

Blake acknowledged the witch's warning with a slight nod. The witch chanted some gibberish words and then disappeared before our eyes like a wizard performing a disappearing act. My heart skipped a beat. Who were the midnight pack and what did they want to avenge? Accepting the intimidation we now faced, Blake engaged his mind-link with his warriors, instructing them to prepare for battle. The urgency in his voice left no room for hesitation or doubt. I desperately wished to be by his side, to fight for our children, but Blake's protective instincts took over.

It was the spirit of the witch, her gaze locking with mine in a silent exchange of understanding. "Help us," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the din of battle. "Tell me how to stop him." The spirit's form wavered, a flicker of hesitation crossing her ethereal features. But then, with a solemn nod, she began to chant, her voice joining mine in a haunting melody that cut through the chaos. The words flowed from my lips as if guided by an unseen hand, each syllable imbued with ancient power. Beside me, my witch friends appeared, their presence lending strength to my incantation.

The light swirled, deep blue and silver with hints of violet in them, twisting like liquid smoke. Bianca's eyes widened in horror. "What is going on? What are you doing?" The witches began to chant softly, their voices blending in strange harmonies that didn't sound human. "Velithas.. more thal.. sereth in aeon..." The more the chanted, the more the air thickened, and the glow grew brighter and brighter, spinning faster until the center burst open into what looks like a swirling vortex of light. The sound it made was both beautiful and terrifying.. like a thousand whispers echoing all at once.

My heart beats faster at the thought of Vulcan when his voice has me skidding to a halt. ‘Little wolf,’ ‘Vulcan, oh my goddess, are you ok? Is Freyja ok?’ I ask all at once, just glad to hear his voice. ‘Yes, we are both ok, you she-wolves are hardy’ I chuckle at this knowing Freyja would have been giving them a hard time. ‘Listen, little wolf, they have ground troops, be careful. I think I will be able to shift once you get here. They have a lot of witches with them’

Something inside of me pushed me to go on, as if the story I was seeing was vital to my own life. Maybe it really was the moon goddess sending me these visions. Maybe they were warnings for my future… The wolves reappeared, drawing my attention back to the vision, and my hands flew once more, flinging fire at any that threatened me. I opened my mouth again, but it wasn't my words that left. It was the voice from the visions. "I am not the cursed Luna!" I/she screamed at the wolves, pleading deep down for them to stop. "I have not killed anyone, I swear it! I will not bring disaster."

She smiled and seemed to be chatting with them but she still hadn’t said a word. “She’s mute.” Lucy leaned over to me just as I finished my third bowl of soup. “There was an attack on our pack. Vampire nearly killed her. His nails went through her neck and destroyed her vocal cords. She is group mind linking and then sometimes she will sign if she knows the person can understand it.”

My hands started trembling and just as I thought that my nerves got the better of me a voice filled my head. It was not Spirit but something from out of this world, as soon as the eerie voice spoke a wave of calmness hit me. “YOU HAVE PROVEN YOU ARE WORTHY BRAVE LITTLE SHE-WOLF. I HAVE CHOSEN YOU AND I WILL HELP YOU THROUGH THIS.” I felt like I was looking at myself from above when my eyes lit up like moonlight and with one movement of my hand, all the light went out. I heard Alpha Vlad screams and ask what was going on before the eerie voice said, “NOW.” I heard the opening of the locket and then seconds later the sounds of bodies falling to the floor sound asleep.

Oh, wow, if that's true, how do they exist in a world where most of the humans seem to have a phone permanently attached to their hand? Whenever Whitfield speaks, the woman repeats it right afterwards. She doesn’t even wait for him to get to the end of the sentence. She starts right in after the first sound. Like an echo, or microphone feedback, or something. That’s quite a skill. That’s what Whitfield meant by his Voice. She’s speaking for him, because he can’t do it himself. Yeah, that’s got to be a huge disadvantage, these days, and it’s only going to get worse. I wonder how many conspiracy theories vampires have planted, trying to get the humans so suspicious of modern technology that it