Dame Gothel 소설 & 이야기

Her hair was the color of burning lava and she emanated a degree of heat from her body that made the two of them back off slowly as she walked closer to them. Both Jimin and Sebastian knew who she was or at least they thought they knew – Calisté’, the legendary witch, the sworn enemy of their dead Alpha King, Dan Damon. The look of hatred and the fire burning in her eyes was more than enough to tell them that she had not forgotten what Dan had did to her family and she had not forgiven them.

We walked towards the ballroom, I was prepared for the evening, I knew every man that was going to try and court me tonight. The low chatter of the men and women in the ballroom could be heard as I walked to the balcony, the clinking of the wine glasses reminding me of the terror that awaited me in the room. Once the butler saw my arrival, he curtsied before opening the scroll that Sera passed to him. “The beautiful lady, Princess Erza Hermione Nicholas of the Kingdom of Valadora.” He announced as silence fell upon the guests and I felt every eye fall on me. Thanking the butler, I walked down the stairs when one of the princes came in front of me.

The three moons bathed Vaeloria in ethereal light, but the beauty only reminded her how far from home she truly was. In the adjacent private audience chamber, Lady Isolde made her desperate play. She had chosen her most seductive attire — a gown of deep violet silk that clung to her silver-skinned curves like liquid night. The moment Kaelith entered, she swept toward him, pressing her body boldly against his.

Through the door’s gap, Xyla Quest saw two people. She recognized that one of them was Christopher Lancelot. The other person was a lady who seemed to be close to Christopher’s age. The woman was kneeling on the ground with her hands raised in a surrendering motion. Her purse was open, and items like her perfume bottle and make-up were sprawled all over the ground… Christopher stood in front of her like a godly figure as he pointed a black gun at her forehead. The black and white parts of his eyes were distinct, and he had a murderous look in his eyes.

She stepped backward, then bowed slightly while lifting the hem of her gown—offering a stiff, formal salute to the master of the castle, as though they were two strangers trapped in political affairs. With heavy steps and a hollow heart, the Vogard's Daughter turned around. Each step she took away from the room felt agonizing, accompanied by the scratching sound of Kaelus’s quill as he resumed writing behind her. Kaelus only let out a long, suffocating sigh after he was certain that the sound of his wife's footsteps had completely faded and vanished at the end of the hallway. Outside the window, this season's snow began to fall heavier—so gentle, silent, creeping slowly to blanket the lands

asked the beautiful brown-haired woman in a long black dress that wrapped her slender body. "No!" answered Lyla firmly. Anastasia gave a faint smile. She knew, Lyla was so mad at her. But, so be it. All for her good, she thought. After the mother left, two women from different generation approached Lyla. She squinted at the both of them inquisitively. "Lyla Helliwell, welcome to Gothic Academy, I'm Miss White, I'm your homeroom teacher. And this is Louisa Collins. She's your roommate." The red-haired woman with big glasses on her face introduced herself.

She climbed off the horse with hands wrapped in a glove she dropped the hood revealing who she was. The crowd around gasped and murmured either surprised she was still alive or rather shocked she graced them with her presence with no protection and a formal royal attire. She walked with shaky legs through the crowd till her gaze fell on the dissembled corpse of her parents. She went through the five stages of grief in that moment and that was the night Daci died and then came the birth of Princess Daciana. PRINCESS DACIANA

The walls of the room shattered around me, flying towards the opposite direction. “Who the hell are you?” I snarled, terrified of the voice in my head. “I am Hela Morrígan! Goddess of death and rebirth. Your life was used to fulfill a prophecy, and we were reborn to bring about the great Armageddon,” she replied coldly, and goosebumps erupted across my skin. “I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me. Born from tears and fury, your willing heart would end the world so it would return healed of the differences that hunt your love.” She added.

“That is the wooden basin of the gods’ wine. It gives the gods immortality and power. A normal human can be immortal and possess power with just a sip of that wine. But it was guarded by the Crelts before, a giant blood-thirst creature who looks like a boar except for the fact that it can stand with its hind legs. It only answers to the gods. But when the Nromais was destroyed, the Crelts mysteriously disappeared. ” Ellaine remembered the incident in her house before. “Maybe the monster that assaulted me was his servant. He ransacked our house searching for Nromais.” “That is likely so because he also wore the same black robe which is the Dark Child’s symbol. The Nromais was the box he held.