Malaikat の小説・ストーリー

, she started and looked up as Rinzen flailed. “Wait”, Rinzen raised his hand, “High King?” he asked confused. “Ah”, Marcia nodded, “There are three types of Ascendant Magicks. One a Supreme Being”, she started, “They’re connected through the void of different worlds, creatures that have existed in the world but at different time periods. Creatures of old, almost forgotten”, she explained, “Dragons, Griffins, Unicorns, Hydra, Pegasus, and Phoenix”, she explained, “The second type are Light, Aether and Darkness and connect us with realms outside of Earth’s Time. Also known as Heaven and Hell –”

Thankfully, the familiar, horrible sight of Malia and her disemboweled mother wasn't there anymore. " Here is the ride", the voice said and I waited for a too-fast-to-be-seen car to come carry me out of there, or for a magical rollercoaster to come out of nowhere and take me on the ride, but nothing happened, not even a bike came by, rather a small breeze started to blow, slightly shaking the statues, both the statues of the hanged Messiah and his mother who's statue had a ring around it's head, representing her halo, or as some might say, representing the twelve stars with which she was crowned with. Suddenly, as if it was forming out of dust particles in the air, coming together to conjuga

He doesn't understand what this force is that lifted him and hurled him onto the bed. Malik lies on his bed and slowly opens his eyes to see three animals standing before him. They transform into the true form of the jinn, a terrifying image. Three bodies unlike humans. They are unusually tall, with red eyes, long noses, and fangs protruding from their mouths. Their appearance is utterly terrifying. Zafer, Nafer, and Dajir. Zafer: We are three from the world of the jinn. We were banished from our world and given a mission in the human world. We cannot return to our world until the mission is complete. You, Malik, are our human assistant on this mission.

He was the Supreme Commander of Gina's original pack, and her father's most dangerous warrior. Malakai was built like a mountain, his long black hair braided tightly with silver rings. But it was his eyes that made Gina’s blood run cold. They weren't wolf eyes—they were twin pools of endless, swirling cosmic purple. He possessed a rare, ancient magic that perfectly mimicked the celestial frequencies of the Moonborn. The moment Malakai’s gaze landed on Gina, his cosmic eyes turned completely pitch-black with a sudden, toxic obsession. He ignored Gabriel completely, his heavy boots crushing the dirt as he marched straight toward the steps where Gina stood.

"No. Please. Don't take it back." "That's what I thought." Malakai straightened his spine. He looked over the small crowd. They weren't just survivors. They were looking at him with a terrifying, wide-eyed devotion. One woman reached out to touch his ankle, her fingers trembling. "Our Savior," she whispered. Her voice was a thin rasp. "The one who broke the moon." Malakai didn't pull away. He looked at her and smiled. It wasn't the smile of the boy Victor had raised. It was sharper. "I’m the one who keeps you real. Remember that. My father wants to lead a pack. I want to lead a species."