《SEALED FATE》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

The moonlight spilled gently through the window of the hospital room, casting a silver hue over the still figure on the bed. Alaric was awake now, stronger, though still recovering. The machines were quieter. The air, more peaceful.Seraphine sat by the window, arms wrapped around her knees, her chin resting quietly. She hadn’t spoken in some time, letting the silence speak for her. But her eyes stayed trained on him—alive and breathing.ALARCIC (softly):“You’re always watching me.”Seraphine turned, blinking the mist from her eyes.SERAPHINE (smiling faintly):“I’m just making sure you don’t vanish again.”He tried to sit up straighter, wincing a little but managing.ALARCIC:“I’m sorry… for worrying you.”She rose and walked to the side of the bed, taking his hand carefully.SERAPHINE (quietly):“I thought I lost you.”There it was. The weight she had carried for days. Her voice cracked.SERAPHINE:“You didn’t scream. You didn’t call for help. They found you alone, bleeding, barely

Maika stood near the long table of dried herbs and scrolls, adjusting a ward stone when Caveen entered briskly, his face set with unease.CAVEEN:“Mother, we have a problem. It’s Alaric.”Maika turned sharply, her instincts immediately alert.MAIKA:“What happened? Is he hurt again?”CAVEEN:“No. He’s awakening.”Maika froze.CAVEEN (continuing):“The sealed vampire blood in his lineage… It’s no longer dormant. He’s experiencing bloodlust, his senses are shifting. He nearly drained his fiancée, Seraphine.”Maika dropped the dried petals in her hand. Her pupils constricted like a hunter’s.MAIKA (in disbelief):“That… should be impossible.”CAVEEN:“I thought so too. You told me years ago—his grandfather’s vampire blood was sealed by Queen Vantessa herself.”MAIKA (walking to her desk, murmuring):“She used the Sigil of Black Vow… Only direct blood of the Carellos can inscribe that seal.”She placed her palm on an old grimoire, flipping pages lined in deep crimson runes. Her voice hard

The steady hum of high-frequency scanners echoed through the dimly lit laboratory buried beneath the Landon estate. Cold steel tables lined with ancient scrolls and digital monitors created a surreal fusion of magic and science. In the center, Cane Landon—Carl’s younger brother and the Landon bloodline’s scientific genius—adjusted his glasses as he reviewed the latest data.Maika stood beside him, arms crossed, her face calm but her aura pulsing with restrained tension.CANE:“I ran her name through the Council records. Seraphine Delacroix… born approximately eighteen years ago, abandoned at Saint Morwenna Hospital in the human realm. No records of her birth parents. Bloodline, unknown. Not even a magical residue left behind from whoever left her.”MAIKA (quietly):“A clean slate.”Cane nodded grimly.CANE:“Exactly. She was adopted weeks later by the Delacroix family—not out of charity, but because their daughter, Celestine, needed a playmate. The adoption was arranged through unoffi

Caveen was returning from the training yard, his coat slung over his shoulder, mind already occupied with the meeting tomorrow. The manor was quiet—too quiet—until a voice chimed behind him.CELESTINE:“Caveen.”He froze.Slowly, he turned to find Celestine at the end of the hallway, draped in a flowing nightgown far too elegant for someone merely “visiting.” She walked toward him with slow, confident steps, her hair cascading in perfect waves, eyes gleaming like silver daggers.CELESTINE:“Why do you keep avoiding me? The Council has made their decision. We could be… happy.”CAVEEN (flat):“This isn’t happiness. It’s a setup. An insult to everything I’ve built.”CELESTINE (faux innocence):“But I’ve always been meant for you, Caveen. I’m noble. Refined. Not… some stray witch hiding in your walls.”He took a step closer—his aura sharp.CAVEEN:“Don’t speak about her.”Her smile faltered, but not for long.CELESTINE:“I could give you a future worthy of the Landon name. Not some scanda

Lysandra writhed quietly on the bed, pale and drenched in cold sweat. Her breaths came shallow and sharp, hands clutching at the silken sheets as if they could anchor her to consciousness. Her magical aura flickered erratically, crackling through the air like unstable lightning.Maika sat beside her, a cold compress in one hand, her brow creased with worry. Carl stood by the window, arms crossed, his eyes watching the door with a tension that couldn’t be masked.MAIKA (softly, to Lysandra):“He’s coming, child. Just hold on.”LYSANDRA (weakly, teeth gritted):“I-I can’t… It hurts… The child… wants him—Caveen…”Carl stepped forward, worry flickering through his usually stern features.CARL:“This has happened before, but not like this. Her aura’s tearing at itself—she’s too fragile.”Maika nodded grimly.MAIKA:“His blood’s resonance must be triggering something in the fetus. They’re bonded. The child needs its father near to stabilize its power.”Suddenly, the front doors burst open w