Phantoms の小説・ストーリー

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

Oz cried. Behind us were floating figures in black cloaks. Their heads were almost skeleton-like and their eyes were bright red. They had long bony fingers and pale skin. They were horrifying. “I think those are the Head Phantoms!” I answered. “Keep going!” “We’re almost there!” Agaras announced. There was a dark circle just like the one Penn and I had entered to ge here. “Go!” Gwenna yelled. “Remember you have to defeat them together.” “We will.” I whispered.

It’s what her Soulwaker wants. “Phantoms are evil cyborgs. They are the actual killers or murderers in your world. They don’t obey nor cherish you as the ruler. So if they would see you, as the human as you are, that would cause chaos. You still don’t have any control with yourself. I don’t know if you could even fight them. I have no worries when you were still the Xiao that I used to know because that time you can really protect yourself. But I’m doubting if you can do it now that you’re no longer the same as before.”

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

Sebastian Lykos has the authority to make sure that their mating bond was in place and considering that he was one of the officiates that can make a marriage legal in Paphos, Damien knew that it was his luck to have him here tonight. “Sebastian, it’s nice to see that you are out in the open. What brings you to the festival?” Damien greeted him as Sebastian turned to look at him. His red eyes were eerie but his friend smiled before he concealed the real color of his eyes. As an Ultima, he has the power to do it so that they look like they’re brown to the normal naked, human eyes. “Damien. I’m surprised that you are here when you usually did not come here.” He said before he noticed that Anika

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

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.

Lanie The world rematerialized as a barren wasteland before me. Canyons and pits were filled with torture devices. Cries of pain filled the air, making my whole body shudder. I could see black hooded creatures, horned demons, and tortured souls dotting the landscape. There were lava pits, spikes, and spires with bodies strapped onto them being stabbed repeatedly.

The halls of the Phoenix Sanctum shimmered in the morning sun, light reflecting off the crystal-laced columns and catching in the feathers of the massive firebirds soaring overhead. Everything about the ancient home of the Phoenixes felt alive—brighter, warmer, more vibrant than it had in centuries. Power pulsed through the very stones, drawn by the presence of its true queen.

Those eyes reminded Damien of the waters in a billabong: shades of reddish brown illuminated by flecks of blue and green, like the reflections of red rocks and trees in blue water. As with a billabong, a guy could look into its depths and get lost. Especially now when his amusement made the pair of eyes gleam as if sunlight stained still water. He tapped his glass: — The bugs? “Yes, or who made you sigh like a strong wind through the trees. Her lips twitched, more in regret than amusement.