Darke Septimus Heap の小説・ストーリー

"This place was just a random experiment for me, a place I saw on the net and have no plans of coming back." "Then you won't leave here scot free, no human had ever stepped in here and left alive " He gasped. "So what happens now, you're going to kill me?" "No, we'll rather kidnap you and keep you here until you regain your full sanity." "What do you mean?" Oliver asked and stepped closer to him, looking confused at his first statement. "You're our Lycan King and you're standing in the Vamp wolfish Clan." Oliver froze "That's a lie, this place is called Dark hills."

What if Victoria’s hold was so absolute, his transformation so complete, that the Earnest I knew was truly gone, buried under layers of deceit so thick that no revelation could ever unearth him? We left the bookstore as the late afternoon sun began to cast long shadows across the city streets. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of woodsmoke and impending autumn. We decided to grab coffee, hoping the caffeine and the familiar routine would offer some solace. As Chloe navigated the bustling sidewalks, I found myself tracing the worn leather of my satchel, the one I’d brought with me that morning, packed with every scrap of information I’d painstakingly gathered. Victoria’s manipulatio

Sephora and Ambrose were still fighting hard to hold the line, when Lord Daemon stepped out from the void, his face hard and full of dirt and blood. Ambrose pulled back, barking orders to his men to hold the line, before stepping behind his ranks to speak with the Lord. Daemon's bronze eyes glowed in the light of Sephora's flames, just as she noticed the Lord's presence. She pulled back also, joining Ambrose at his side to interrogate the dark haired Lord. "Where the fuck are my reinforcements?!" Sephora spat, her voice seemed to resonate from the depths of the earth. Ambrose almost flinched, but she had every right to be furious, in fact Ambrose had been about to demand the same thing.

The Immortal Cultivation Alliance was a giant they could not afford to provoke, and they had no desire to resist. “Remember this.” Septimus said expressionlessly, “Making things difficult for Mr. Moonshade is tantamount to opposing the Murdock family.” Bam! Bam! As he spoke, he suddenly struck out twice. Caught off guard, Benjamin and Dominic were sent flying across the field and spewing up blood in the air before finally crashing to the ground. “This is just a small warning.” Septimus said indifferently, “If it happens again, I won’t hold back.” After that, he turned away from them and said to Andrius, “Mr. Moonshade, let’s go.”

He’s been demoted to dishwashing duties for most of the night, not that it helped because as soon as he was he promptly broke a stack of saucers and one really fancy, incredibly expensive cup. It’s strange but watching Septimus go through the whole thing I start to see him in a different light. He’s like someone raised apart from other people all his life so he has ideas of how things should be but they’re a little off from how they are in the real world. One time the head reaper looks at my Wampus form floating by like many tiny particles in the air (just like our otherworldly carriage parked at the back), and his meek Chester eyes behind the Coke-bottle glasses say more than his telepathic

I figured I would just sleep on the chair until I knew the rules of this twisted game. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, my hair pinned up in a messy bun. SLAM. The front door hit the wall with a violence that made me drop my glass. He was back. And even from the kitchen, I could feel the darkness radiating off him. Kiran walked in. He looked different—unstable. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a dark intensity that made my skin crawl. He walked straight toward me and, without a word, reached out and pulled the clip from my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.

"Sebastian killed Horatio, the Skylux Sect's elder in its secular branch. Do you think that they'd just let that go?" Marcellus and William had no further objections. They bowed and thanked Dariel. Satisfied, Dariel left soon after. After sending Dariel off, Marcellus told William to stay and guard the sect as he made the journey to the Skylux Sect. … Back in Dramon, in the secular world, in an estate in the outskirts of Skyville. A white-robed old man had just lit a candle at Horatio's grave. He was Horatio's senior and the leader of the Skylux Sect in its branch in the secular world. His name was Henrik Campbell.

As for Quincey, she was a Rank 10 Surpasser. Regardless of it being a Rank 10 Surpasser or a Rank 8 Chosen Celestial Being, they both were utterly weak in the eyes of Lucas and the Apocalyptic Legion. “Dad, I’m asking them to leave this place,” Quincey said to the middle-aged man. That middle-aged man was Harper Check. Harper looked at Lucas and the Apocalyptic Legion and with his fist clenched, he said, “Everyone, there is one powerful Dark Race here that’s about to be unleashed from its seal. It’s best if you guys leave this place for the sake of your safety.”

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Anticipation moved visibly through the crowd as more pack members gathered toward the center of the estate. At the far end of the courtyard stood the Alpha’s dais elevated above everyone else in carved black stone that overlooked the entire pack territory. Cassius Vale stood at its center, tall, fearless, powerful. The dark coat resting over his broad shoulders moved faintly with the wind while his sharp gaze swept over the crowd below him without expression. Jin Bunko stood several feet beneath the dais near the staircase entrance, posture straight, hands folded behind his back while he observed the gathering carefully.