Cursed By The Day, Saved By The Night のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Abbadon exhaled slowly, his gaze falling to my lips before he lifted them back to my eyes. There was something unreadable in his face, something restrained—like an animal held on a thin leash."I have to go," he whispered, his voice heavy and low.A stinging pain of something I didn't know twisted in my chest. Disappointment? No. I wouldn't acknowledge it."Where?" I asked, hating the way my voice betrayed me, soft and quavery.His fingers trailed over my wrist again, tracing the still-warm sheen of crescent mark. "You already know I'll come back, little wolf."My breath halted.Then he bent close, his lips tracing over my forehead, a temporary caress that shivered through me. Barely even warmth before he pulled away."I won't just return, Elara," he breathed against my skin. "The next time will be to take you along with me."I curled my hands into fists. "And if I refuse?"His lips curled into a smile, something wicked and aware glinting in his red eyes. "You won't."I was left with

I took a breath, but before I could say anything, the ceramic mug beside me exploded.Porcelain shards flew off in every direction, a cracking, snapping sound filling the room.I shrieked, backing away. My heart was thumping in my ears.My grandfather's eyes widened for a moment before he concealed his reaction. He stood up, moving toward me with an even-controlled composure."Elara," he said slowly. "Did you do that?I shook my head wildly. "No—I don't think—I didn't mean to—"I looked down at my hands. They were trembling, my fingertips filled with a strange, static sort of energy.My grandfather's eyes slitted with something unreadable. "It's beginning earlier than I expected."I swallowed. "What is beginning?"He looked at me for a moment before he spoke. "Your powers."I knew exactly what he was talking about.The witches gene in me was activating itself.I gasped unevenly. "Is this dangerous?"His jaw clenched. "That depends.""On what?""On whether you can rein it in."I stared

The door clanged shut behind him, throwing an oppressive silence over everything. My grandfather and I did not stir, the magnitude of Lucian's presence overwhelming us both. My mind wrestled to knit the pieces together from what he'd left, trying to find sense within them.Lucian. A vampire who insisted he had witnessed my birth. His familiarity with my mother, his dark prophecies about Abbadon and an impending war—it was too much to bear. I could feel my stomach knotting, fear and confusion battling inside.I looked to my grandfather, searching his face for answers. His face was a storm of emotions—anger, fear, and something else I couldn't quite name. He glared at me, and we just stared at one another for a moment, the unspoken questions hanging in the air like a dark cloud.I finally spoke, breaking the silence. "Who is he? How does he know me? Know Mom?My grandfather sighed slowly, combing a hand over his silver hair. "I don't know, Elara. But vampires of his age. they do things

The fire cast flickering shadows across Abbadon’s face, highlighting the sharp planes of his jaw and the quiet intensity in his eyes. His presence was steady, unwavering, like an anchor in the storm of my thoughts.“I won’t ask again tonight,” he said, his voice softer this time, almost gentle. “Just think about it, Elara. But don’t take too long. You’re not safe here.”His words hung between us, heavy with unspoken necessity. He wasn't questioning, yet there was something in the fact that he looked at me—like he wanted to lift the weight from my shoulders, but saw I had to be the one to make the choice.I nodded, the motion vague. My throat was constricted.Abbadon held my gaze a moment longer, as if memorising me, before he finally stepped back. The cold night air rushed in where his warmth had been.“I’ll be back,” he murmured. Then, without another word, he melted into the darkness.I sat there long after he was gone, staring at the flames. The warmth of the fire did nothing to th

The next day, the house felt less full, like the attack had drained the very life from it. The air was thick with the residual smell of magic and smoke, pieces of last night's fight still scattered around the floor.I was standing in my room, staring at the half-full bag on my bed. Clothing, essentials, some items I couldn't possibly bear to leave. It didn't feel real—hitting the road with my life, leaving everything behind that I had come to know. My hands hovered over the bag, hesitant.Where am I even going?I sighed, ruffling my hair. My grandfather had made it clear—I wasn't safe here. And Abbadon. he had saved me, twice now. But that didn't necessarily mean I trusted him absolutely.And the worst part? I had no idea how to reach him.I didn't have his number. I didn't know where he lived. He just—showed up. Always. Like he had a sixth sense of knowing when I was in danger.Would he come back if I just waited?I nibbled my lip, gazing towards the window. The sunlight entered thro