오컬트 の小説・ストーリー

I know, I know! I'm going to get Lulu! This way, I'll kill two birds with one stone! I'll get Lulu back, and she'll go back to giving me advice on that fashion bullshit and shades that bring out the color of my eyes... And, then, Elio will finally stop being unhappy. I nervously reach for one of the petit fours and freeze when I hear my goddess take a breath in surprise. An angel seems to be passing between us and Cazzo! Who changed the fucking lighting in the office?

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Layla could feel Johnny's eyes on her skin before she even saw him. It was the curse of ghosts— they haunted your senses, a cold shiver whispering across your skin before you ever laid eyes on the source. The Hollow reeked of stale smoke, faded memories, and men who'd lost their spark long ago, but Johnny? He was all sharp edges and burning embers, a presence that never truly faded. She made her entrance with the practiced grace of a woman who knew how to

Nothing touched him. So I turned to the last page anyone sane would turn to. An old grimoire I bought from a private antiquarian auction. Black leather, edges crumbling, text in a mix of faded Latin and older runes no one could fully translate anymore. The listing called it “a curiosity.” The previous owner had died alone in a locked attic; the estate sold everything fast. Inside was a single clean ritual titled *Vocatio Ultionis*. The summoning of a collector. A demon who traded in vengeance and collected souls. Payment was not optional. Payment was flesh first, soul later.

Her journey had been fraught with challenges and sacrifices, but she had embraced them willingly, driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge. Within the hallowed halls of the Violet Moon Occult, Sasha had found a community of like-minded individuals, bound together by their shared fascination with the supernatural. Together, they had embarked on countless rituals, conducted intricate spells, and exchanged esoteric wisdom, forging a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

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Knowledge that had been collected, hidden, forbidden. Aurelian stood in the center of the room. He did not know where to start. He had read the histories. He had studied the records. He knew what the Holts had done, what they had kept, what they had buried. He knew that somewhere in this room, there was something that could help her. He just had to find it. He pulled a book from the nearest shelf. Blood and Bond: A History of Curses. He set it aside. Another. The Veil and the Void. He set it aside. Another. Rituals of Transferrence: A Practical Guide.

That was a natural reaction, I couldn’t help but feel her, especially when she snuggled up to me, making her warm breath touch my skin. I tipped my head to the side, watching the dawn rise on the horizon. I had spent two days sleeping; it had left the underground city really unprotected, and now I would have no choice but to take Olivia with me to Sleepy Hollow, the city where the supernatural lay beneath it. Octsiam was the name of the city, the strange name, but its meaning could not be the simplest and most loyal, the name comes from Latin, occulta pythonissam, hidden witch.

I could still hear her moans of pleasure loud and clear as I passed her door. I got to my room and shut the door behind me locking it. I fetched the cloak from where I had tossed it and wiped at the dust. My heart accelerated as I saw the inscription on the front cover. It was some type of occult book for witches and Satanists. Barbra for all her beauty and perfection must be into this weird shit as a type of hobby or something. Whatever it was, I didn't care but of course, I knew there was something more.

Gabe murmured, unable even to understand what he was saying. With Gabe still staring at her bewildered, Alexa blurted, “It’s the headless horseman.” She sighed at Gabe, who kept staring at her as if she didn’t comprehend a word she said. “You know Death. From the folklore. That’s the dude attacking the pack.” Alexa summarized her knowledge of the supernatural, occult, and folklore as follows: “His name is Abraham Van Brunt. He is a revenant.