Chrollo Lucilfer Book の小説・ストーリー

The chains snapped. Elena dove for the book’s spine, fingers prying at the binding. “The counter-contract! Dad’s erasure—it’s in the glue!” She dug, nails splitting, blood mixing with the book’s. The spine cracked, revealing a single red thread, pulsing like a vein. Marco’s voice was a whisper. “Cut it. But it’ll take one of us. The storyteller has to stay.” The book lunged, pages flapping into wings, the cover a maw. It swallowed Jenkins whole, his scream cut off as the pages closed. Lila’s flare gun fired, the light consumed. The book grew, towering, a cathedral of blood and memory.

Author Pov Lucifer blinked his eyes as he roughly removed the blanket from his body feeling extremely hot. He felt like something was burning against his chest. His face scrunched up in annoyance and discomfort. He opened his eyes and roughly clicked the button on his side table. The curtains of the room got unfolded letting the bright rays of sunlight attack the room. He looked down at his chest and frowned finding his beautiful doll curled up against his chest. He instantly touched her forehead and closed his eyes sighing heavily. She was having a high fever.

He watched the scene silently, his heart swelling with pride at his son's kindness. Suddenly, the old woman reached into her sack, rummaging for something. She pulled out a medium-sized book, its worn leather cover engraved with faintly glowing symbols. The sight of it made Lucian's eyes widen in fascination at his familiarity. The book seemed to shimmer faintly, as though alive. But for Selene, the sight of the book turned her blood cold. She recognized it instantly. It was the same magical book that had transported her to Alaric's world—the book that had changed her life forever.

With that, Richard relaxed into unconsciousness again. Dean watched Rolo pour over the tome again. He was still obsessed with the Lich’s work in an unhealthy way, and it concerned him so much he had reported it to the Elder Mages. Once they left these lands and returned home, the Elders would take Rolo into hand and help him through this obsession. This was a risk when you messed with writings by creatures like this. There were often curses on books like that, and they acted on the first person who touched them or opened them. It must have been set off before they tried to cleanse the book of those types of curses.

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

"But do you have the power to back up your words?" I stood tall, despite the trepidation creeping up my spine. "I'll find a way to break the curse. For Alexander's sake." And he said my power could break his curse Arachne's laughter echoed through the forest, the wind swirling around us. "We'll see about that," she said. "But first, you need to understand the true nature of the curse." "Tell me," I demanded. Arachne's expression turned grave. "The Curse of Lucifer was forged in darkness and blood. He was banished, instead of him to seek redemption he committed more crimes, he poison human's mind he makes them commit a lot of sins.

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

Lilith slowly lifted the book. As Lilith’s fingers gently touched the book’s cover, golden letters began to appear on their own. It was as if the ink, which had been dormant for years, had finally awakened. “Oh my…” whispered Veronica. Lilith turned to the first page. Lucas was standing right beside Lilith, but all he saw was a blank page. “Ingrid. I can’t see anything,” Selene muttered. “Me neither,” Ingrid replied softly. Lilith, on the other hand, widened her eyes in shock. Because right before her, the page was now filled with her mother’s handwriting. Tears immediately streamed down Lilith’s face.

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

"Drink it. Every drop." Lucian pressed the rim of the silver chalice against my lower lip. The liquid inside smelled like iron and rotting lilies. I tried to turn my head. The movement sent a bolt of white fire through my neck. My skin felt like it was being stripped from my bones by invisible claws. The Lunar Burn wasn't just an allergy anymore. It was a consumption. "I can't." My voice was a dry rattle. "My throat... it's closed."