Sasuke Cursed Seal の小説・ストーリー

His commanding presence and unwavering resolve were palpable, leaving an indelible impression of strength and authority. No one likes to be overshadowed, and it seemed that Akira struggled to come to terms with the fact that another wolf had taken her place. I had overheard the previous debate between the two males, where the higher-ranking male had chosen me. The male wolf standing before me was unlike the others. He sported only two tattoos, a dragon and a moon, adorning his muscular arm. The intricate designs, inked in red, accentuated his powerful muscles, making him even more captivating.

"It's easy to get dirty information from someone when you work in the underworld. And consequently easier to use that as a bargaining chip. We never go against the current, but rather in its direction, trying to take advantage of it." "Well, we are going against the current," I say, very proud of my thought, because I know I would never surrender to people as low as the Lestari. "Especially you, who are going against your own father." "Maybe." "So when are you going to tell me the stuff about Guntur and Sapphire?" I look at her and Devi looks at me in surprise. "You know about Sapphire?" "Do I look like an idiot, by any chance?" "Yes, you do," she says. "How did you find out?"

She said, sniffling and wiping her tears, "And as a few years passed his curse began holding onto him even more. He sent everyone away and sealed their mouth with a handsome amount of money, all the maids who were the witness to the murder of his mother and also the witness of his father's death. He'd build an indestructible wall all around him that he did not want anyone to break." "And then one day came when he handed me a suitcase full of money and told me to go far away and live a better life. There were no tears in his eyes, no emotions whatsoever, but that day I had seen a glimpse of the old Sebastian whose smile was once taken away by this cruel world," Her voice shook as she spoke, "

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

she said quietly. "What do we do?" Damien asked. "There is only one way." She walked toward a stone pedestal at the center of the chamber. Resting on it was an ancient scroll. She unrolled it carefully. Inside was a drawing of a black seal unlike anything I had ever seen, intricate and dense, the kind of symbol that looked less drawn and more alive. "This... is the Kage Seal." Damien's expression darkened. "I thought it was destroyed." "So did everyone else. It wasn't." She looked up. "It was stolen. Years ago. By one of House Orion's own."

Meph brushed the topic off, “And it better come out legendary, okay? I don’t want any more surprises.” “At your service, my lord,” The snake bows in a funny way, and the Soul Seal broke with its color changing from white, green, blue, purple, all the way to black. “Why is it black?” Meph frowned. “Black is the color of the top quality, legendary,” The snake said with absolute certainty, “It’s the same color as me. Isn’t it beautiful?” That’s because you were also devilish. “I don’t mind the color,” Meph waved a hand indifferently, “What does it do?”

“Stories that they have been given… special powers.” The wind screamed through the open balcony. “If you cannot control the situation,” Senika said softly, “find a way to destroy them.” Entirely. The cloaked figure swallowed. There was only one question left. He lifted his head just enough to speak. “…Which pack, my lord? The remaining Crescents?” For the first time since he had entered the hall— Senika turned. Those dead red eyes locked onto him. And smiled. “Both of them.” The words fell like a death sentence.

—I point to him behind her, then turn my attention to my left and right—“Donald, and Samson.” Sloane steps around her, studying her like a vulture inspects his prey. The guy likes to taunt anyone he can, and it offers me great distraction. “We did you a favor.” He rubs his hand, decorated with rune-engraved rings, over his jawline and down his chin to his beard. “You ought to thank us.” He sweeps behind her and lifts a lock of her dark hair, drawing a quick inhale. “Yeah, right.” She swings away from him, her hair slipping from his grip, her glare promising retribution as she turns away from him.