Yonder Novels の小説・ストーリー

That same dark and a golden gleam of fire Prenah had seen in so many feral’s eyes. Just a few hours later, they left their abode's wandered to her sister's Village to check on them, but her sister Lannah was dead and Chaneh was missing, out of anger they traveled to the rumored camp of the South and but on their way they encountered Lally's camp on the valley, and the latter immediately ordered her armies to attack the two of them.

However, there is something about this concept that everyone must understand, which is their existence. These monsters or spirits from myths are alive for a purpose but not all can see them. The few who can see them and interact with them are called the Cast. The ones who make contracts with spirits after summoning them are the Off-Cast. Finally, the Cast who decides to hunt these creatures based off the miasma they emit are called hunters/ pursuants. The hunters have their own ranks in the ‘Yokai’ realm, which is similar to ‘the underground’. They are paid for every ‘Yokai’ they hunt. The ranks of these ‘Yokai’ start from Folklore followed by grades such as C, B, A. Although these are the o

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Draynon nodded and opened the book. He leafed through the book until he found the chapter that he was looking for. “Here we go. Now this was roughly 120 years ago, or four generations. It’s not so much a history book, but written similar to a novel to make the facts easier for the reader to remember, rather than just bombarding them with endless seeming names and numbers.” He coughed once to clear his throat and began reading from the book.

It was hard to believe how quickly time could go by. I looked up at the cloudy sky. There had been no snow this year, just disgusting cold rain. Frau Holle had not even appeared over Christmas. It had been the fourth Christmas without Wynn. This thought made my already bad mood sink a bit. A few weeks ago, after three years of practical training, I passed my training as a Venator with flying colors. So not only was I a trained monster hunter, I was also one of the best Venators in our guild. Just like I always wanted.

Mike remarked as his self-assurance dwindled. He rolled his eyes and said, "But since when I started reading books." He went to the antique books and manuscripts corridor after arriving at the library. And began looking for collections of eternal wolves. Yona, meantime, was in the corridor's opposite column. She was researching about werewolves in order to give her novel's readers a glimpse into the true world of werewolves. Yes, I didn't tell you that Yona is a creative fantasy fiction author who works part-time for online novel apps.

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Her face heated, and she averted her sight. The YHRA, as I recently realized, is very different from Lesley. Yhra has a distinctive appearance, including a sharp nose, pouty lips, and pale complexion. "W-what? Don't talk in such a snooty tone." As I caress her cheeks, I can't help but smile.

She didn’t even notice when she got so cold. “I see you prefer to shop in large quantities,” Yuna looked at the stack of books with a malicious glance. “We don’t have Simmons in the store, but we have a couple of books in stock: “Prayers to the Broken Stone” and “The Fall of Hyperion.” — “Hyperion” is not particularly interesting to me, but I would buy a collection of his stories. - Okay, I’ll call tomorrow and order delivery - it’s too late today. They probably dumped everything. And I'm closing in about twenty minutes. If you don't have plans, then let's go home together.

“I owe you. And those women? They deserve a second chance. Like we all did.” Enzo stood beside Nico, surveying the bustling event hall filled with donors, press, and community leaders. “You ever imagine we’d be the respectable ones?” Nico asked, sipping his sparkling water. Enzo smirked. “No. And I still don’t trust this jacket.” Nico chuckled. “Luca’s gonna throw a fit when he sees the write-up in the Times.” “Let him,” Enzo said. “This is our world now. And I’m not looking back.”