Fantôme の小説・ストーリー

I came to back on the shore of the river with the sunlight warming my skin. I sat up. The river dragon was gone. Remi sat leaning over me, stroking my hair. "There she is," he whispered, as if reassuring himself. The firefly buzzed around his shoulder. I batted Remi's hand away. "You were there!" "Where?" Remi asked. "My mom. She stole Matei's power. He's like a succubus or something." "Incubus." "Incu? Whatever. Fuck. Was that real? Did that actually happen?"

I can’t place why but realizing that she’s a D’Amore has triggered something in me. A wave of intense anger pounded in my head—one phrase on a constant loop. ‘Kill the D’Amore’ My arm around August fell as I clutched my head with both hands. The voice in my head kept getting louder, angrier, and more sinister as it repeated the phrase. I didn’t feel like me. What’s happening to me? “Tiberius?” My mate called my name, but it caused the pounding in my head to go double time. “Ki…Kill the D…Kill the D’Amore…”I felt like a zombie as I repeated the phrase on a loop in my head.

Coldly, he pointed at me and Maria and continued to scold, "Then explain why your 'friends' know. Never mind, I don’t want to hear your excuses." As soon as he finished speaking, Fred sneered and raised his hand. In the darkness, the figure of a demon materialized. It had the head of an ox and the body of a horse, emanating an oppressive, suffocating stench. Its skin was like decaying swamp, covered in sores and bloodstains. Its enormous ox-like head was dotted with glowing crimson eyes that gleamed with cruel malice. A long, forked tongue flicked out of its mouth, carrying the pungent smell of rot, as though it might devour everything in its path at any moment. The grotesque creature stood

The three of them had a nice and warm breakfast together, filled with laughter and joy. Valle found himself in a dark and scary dream. This place was full of sad images and strange words that echoed in his mind, making him feel uneasy. He stood alone in a large, empty field when a creepy old woman appeared before him. Her eyes stared at him with a strong intensity that made him shiver. She spoke to him in a harsh voice, “Cursed are you. Evil is all you will be known for, and evil is all you will know.”

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

I expected him to create a scene, to tell the whole crowd about how I was just under him last night, but then he did what I did not expect at all. He smirked. A slow and cruel one. One that speaks to me that he was enjoying my fear, that he was in fact savouring it. Then lazily and somewhat deliberately, he mouthed the words, “Surprise, surprise, Mrs Moreti.”

“Something told me to hold back. So I called Fantom forward. Told him to go ahead and scout in ghost mode.” I waited. Blaise didn’t spook easily. Whatever he saw had shaken him deeper than he wanted to admit. He took another drink. “Fantom said the wards on the cabin aren’t just strong—they’re alive. They moved when we tried to cross them. Then I saw him.” My stomach knotted. “Saw who?”

“Not that I’d brag or anything.” Seraphine raised an eyebrow. “Right. Subtle.” Mina rolled her eyes. “Dragon boys and Djinn. Always dramatic.” Finally, Lyra spoke, her voice lower, carrying an almost silky quality. “Castle Tenebrae, castle of the Dreamwalkers, incubi, illusionists. I’m Phantasm. We bend dreams and emotions into shape, weaving illusions so real they can make you laugh, cry, or break.” Her gaze lingered on Seraphine, steady, knowing. “People say Phantasms blur the line between reality and desire. That’s why they fear us.”