Nightwing Oracle の小説・ストーリー

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

= Have mercy to thy sinner oh Oracle Lord, quell thy anger oh Oracle Lord, we beseech thee oh Oracle Lord, of all they’re thine = The oracle was asking the Lord to stamp out as if no one could do so. The intonation of the letter indicated that the oracle was begging the oracle lord instead of coercing her to do so. If their assumption was right, she would be a tough opponent to fight. Shadow snorted. “Don’t lump me with people like you. We are on different levels. Several million steps below me.” Shadow rolled her eyes. KAW! The raven interacted with her. “Please.” Shadow quelled the bird with her mean look. “They are noisy flies.”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

I could even see movement lurking between the cursed trees from this distance. My senses became overwhelming, I heard warriors breathing. The shifting claws of wolves, the pounding of hearts and beneath all of it… Faintly… Eli. The Oracle lowered her hands gracefully. “The blessing grants heightened sight, speed, strength and senses,” she explained. “But only until sunrise.” Drew stared down at his hands in disbelief. “I can hear everything…” One warrior nearby whispered shakily, “I can smell the Deadwood from here…” The Oracle looked directly at me again. “Use the night wisely, Alpha Blackthorne.” Her silver eyes darkened slightly. “Because dawn may decide the fate of your world.”

“Under the Pink Moon, a white wolf shall rise, Forged in hardship, scarred by fate. She alone shall stand against the coming darkness, A force born of the Fallen One’s will, Seeking to end the children of the moon. Beware those who seek to claim her, For only through love shall she ascend.” The wind dies. Silence crashes down around us, thick and absolute. I realise I am shaking. “What does this mean?” Cole asks, his voice rough. The Oracle’s gaze shifts to me. She steps closer and takes my hands. Cold surges through me. Then heat. I cannot move. I cannot breathe.

Not Kelvin. Azrael. The Oracle’s voice dropped to a whisper. “He’s coming.” And this time… Not even the Ghost Wolf may be enough.

Every warrior froze. A figure descended from the sky, robed in silver and gold, flanked by a dozen winged beasts. The Moon Temple. High Oracle Saerin. My mother’s old ally. I lowered my blade, eyes wide. The Oracle’s gaze fell on me. “Selene Nightwind,” she said. “It is time.” My pulse raced. “Time for what?” “For the truth.” She looked down at Armand. And then at me. “You are not just the daughter of Ebonshade. You are the vessel of the First Flame. And this war… is only the beginning.”

“Apollo is satisfied with your price. Now, I shall drink from his light and give you his sight.” Suddenly, her body went rigid. Her head snapped back with a violent jerk, and her clouded eyes began to glow with a sharp, terrifying golden fire. The air in the room turned hot, pulsing like a living heart. When she spoke again, her gentle voice was gone. A power much older and colder spoke through her. "Hear the song of the silver and the gray, Little Dew," the Oracle cried, her voice echoing like thunder in the small room. "The wolves you lead shall run into a wall of spears. They must stumble in the light to find their path in the dark. They must lose the earth to gain the stars. Only through

The old woman, a smile on her lips, approached the fountain. “Come closer, little one,” said the woman. “Don't be afraid.” I approached the fountain, but my heart was pounding. And then, the Oracle looked at me again. Her hands reached out, and in one of them, I saw a small obsidian dagger that glowed with a light that was not of this world. “Give me your hand,” said the Oracle firmly. “Your destiny is in your hands.” I stood silent, my mind blank. My hand? With that dagger?