Nightcloud Warriors の小説・ストーリー

The earth beneath her feet seemed to pulse with energy, each footfall aligning with the rhythm of the wild. Through a parting of the foliage, a clearing revealed itself, a sanctuary of chaos and fury. Her breath hitched as her eyes drank in the sight before her—an awe-inspiring clash of warriors, their forms a blur of movement and determination. The warriors of the Dark Moon Pack, renowned for their fierce loyalty and unwavering strength, were locked in an epic confrontation with their formidable adversaries.

But betrayal has a nasty way of tainting victory before it even starts, and sometimes where plans are made, there’s a possibility that there will be a black sheep. By dawn, as we marched out— hundreds of warriors in perfect formation, wolves baring their fangs, weapons shining with steel and silver— the unexpected happened. The forest path ahead shimmered with shadows, distant chants like people gathering and just then, they appeared. The Nightbounds. Not just a handful. Not a few assassins strolling around but an entire army. Waiting, ready, and fully armed to the teeth. And right at the center, looking like she was made of fury and disaster, stood Nyra. Ever since her father died, this was

Buttercup jerked her gaze toward the windows as the night over Feather Lakes exploded in a cacophony of sounds. She heard screaming as people begged for the death of the Warrior and saw the flames from fiery arrows arc across the sky. She stared, mouth open wide, as smoke filled the sky. What the hell? Arrows?

What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the face of danger But it was her bravery in one particular battle that would change her life forever…. During the Battle against snow pack… The battle was against a pack of rogue werewolves who had been causing chaos and destruction in neighboring territories of the Moon Kingdom. Zemo, who was just the young promising prince at that time, had led the charge into battle, and Althea had been one of the warriors under his command. The battle had been fierce, and the rogue pack had put up a tough fight. Multiple causalities had been on both sides and it seemed that the Snow Pack was not ready to give up in this fight either…

They were meant to signify strength and power, but their threatening features were only accentuated by the flashes of lightning in the distance. The heavy drops began tapering off, making my line of sight a little more clear and I moved towards the awning to get a closer look at our list. Next to some of the names were rankings and titles of knighthood, where others had generic names, signifying they were not sired or claimed by someone of noble relation. But no matter what class or skill-level they were at, we all shared one commonality. We were all Dhampir. Half human, half Moroi. Born and bred to wage wars against the Strigoi and protect our Moroi brethren. Without them, we wouldn't exist

she asked Lucas. He laughed, which she didn’t quite appreciate, and then shook his head. “No, not at the moment. But the snow should stop soon, and then the sun will come up for a couple of hours, and we should be able to see it then.” “Are we close enough for it to even make a damn difference?” Elliott asked from over her shoulder. The wind was blowing so hard, it was difficult to hear one another, but since Lucas and his team of Vampires, of which he’d brought six, didn’t have IACs. there was no other way to communicate.

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

And if I needed to get to her, I would burn through the whole forest. The air was heavy with the smell of pine and damp ground, but underneath there was something darker. Here, the energy was different, ancient, and it crackled under my skin like static electricity. As soon as I stepped close to their land, I saw figures move out from the shadows and out from behind the dense trees. Warriors of the Nightclaw. At least a dozen, their stances tight with animosity, their eyes keen. The huge, dark-furred, amber-eyed beast who led them stepped forward. Even before he spoke, I recognized him.

At some invisible command, a pack leaps from cover and rushes toward them. The attackers are intercepted by another pack. This one has daubed itself with an incandescent paint and they move among the attackers like wraiths, cutting a swathe through them. The doors of the pack house finally open. Light spills out. The three enter. The fighting continues. A fine mist of blood rises from the battlefield. The vision flickers and disappers. I hear a voice calling. I look at Darius, to see if he hears it too. From the sudden tension in his posture, he does. At first I can't make out the words. It's like someone shouting through water. We understand the words at the same time.