Within Temptation Black Symphony の小説・ストーリー

The entity's offer hangs in the balance as my voice carries across dimensions, reminding us all of who we are, what we've fought for, and why some powers are better left untouched. The question is: in this moment of ultimate temptation, with reality itself hanging in the balance, will they join my song—or reach for the power to rewrite everything one final time? Above us, existence itself holds its breath, waiting to see if our pantheon will shatter completely or find harmony in a new kind of song.

Chapter 123 – The Black Star’s Void The black star loomed in the nexus’s starfield, its presence not a light but an absence, a void that swallowed the surrounding constellations, casting the path ahead in utter darkness. Jessica led her companions forward, her golden glow a frail ember against the hollowness in her chest, now a pulsing wound after claiming the nexus’s origin from Aethra. The black star offered no whisper, no chime—only a silence so profound it felt like a scream, pulling at her soul with an inevitability that chilled her to the core. Each step was heavy, the obsidian path beneath them smooth and cold, reflecting nothing, as if the nexus itself feared to look upon this star.

And so I slipped my hand into his palm. The space between us crackled. He leaned in. “You’ve just partially become a member of the Crimson Order, let's just say the pertinent.” he whispered. “And now you’re mine. For seven days.”

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

in his soul. "You think your 'Love' is unique, Silas Blackwood?" the Eye boomed, its voice a rhythmic, grinding vibration that made the golden ocean churn. "It is just another data-point. We have a million versions of your 'Redemption'. We have a billion versions of your 'Rejection'. You are not a miracle; you are a 'Template'!" "Then I'm the 'Template' that finally learned to say 'No'!" Silas roared back, his voice amplified by the "Twin Frequency" of his son.

"Captain, I need a warrant. Fast. Victoria Holt. Theo Holt. Sarah, last name pending. Extortion, blackmail, wire fraud, and conspiracy to defame. We're crashing a gala tonight." The pieces were moving. All converging on one glittering ballroom. Where smiles would hide knives. And one family's truth would either save them or destroy them forever.

“You crave it...something rough, something reckless… something that ruins you while you’re begging for more.” I couldn’t deny it, body betraying me even as my mind screamed. “And at this moment, kitten, I know you want me to kiss you.” That was enough. My knees weakened, my body giving in as the wall I’d built collapsed under his presence, my resistance slipping like sand through fingers. His grip tightened on my waist, pulling me flush against him like I belonged there. “Say it,” he murmured, breath brushing my lips. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

I can’t form a response that isn’t an uninteligible sound, but that doesn’t seem to bother Ace. He hums against me, the vibration rattling my bones and blurring my vision. It’s becoming increasingly harder to fight off the orgasm barreling toward me so I can continue to enjoy this moment. But when Ace does the holy trinity with a swipe of his tongue, a thrust of his fingers, and his free hand squeezes my ass, I’m done for.

He channeled the essence of the symphony, unleashing a torrent of harmonic energy that surged towards Morvain, dispelling the darkness that clung to its form. Kaida, her voice filled with unwavering resolve, invoked the symphony's melodies of unity. She rallied their allies, inspiring them to fight with renewed vigor and reminding them that their melodies were stronger together. She weaved a web of harmonies that encased the battlefield, empowering their forces and shielding them from the onslaught of Morvain's darkness. Malachi, his redemption complete, stepped forward with newfound confidence. He channeled the symphony's melodies of transformation, harnessing their power to shape reality i