Cursed By The Day, Saved By The Night のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Pain.It scorched through my veins like blazing lava, a burning fire consuming my energy. My arms felt heavy, frail, useless—as if I were drowning within my own body. Every breath that I took was laboured, my chest squeezing as if something was strangling me from the inside out.I tried to move.Clink.The cold, icy bite of silver chains bit into my ankles and wrists, the metal burning my skin like acid. My fingers spasmed involuntarily, but even a slight movement caused a fresh jolt of pain throughout me.Silver.A werewolf's worst nightmare.The realisation made my stomach churn. I wasn't bound—I was locked up. The poison was still in my system, inhibiting healing, weakening me more than I wanted to admit.I forced my eyes open.The air was black and thick with the stench of wet rock and blood. The smooth black stone walls were oppressive, as if they had absorbed centuries of suffering. One iron door towered over me, its metal heavy and unyielding.A prison.I was in a prison.The i

Everything in me screamed to keep running, to keep going. But as we entered the open night, the cold air brushing across my skin like a cold whisper, I grabbed Abbadon's arm, stopping him.He turned to me, his scarlet eyes still glowing with battle, his chest rising and falling in controlled breaths. "Elara, we have no time—"My pack," I said, my voice shaking. "I have to return."Abbadon's eyes darkened further. "No."I shook my head, grasping his sleeve. "You don't understand. The council will not leave me in peace. They'll make my pack pay for it. The council. they don't kill people, Abbadon. They make examples." My voice trembled as the reality of my mind clicked into place. "They'll destroy my pack. They'll burn it to ashes and erase it from existence. I won't. I won't let that happen."His jaw gritted. "Elara, your pack is no longer a concern. The chances that the council has already arrived there are great.""That's the reason why I must go!" I barked, my hands shaking. "My fat

The battleground was a storm of death and retribution.The army of the council charged forward, steel held high, faces hardened in resolve. Endless as they appeared to be, their hunger for blood unquenchable. They committed one deadly mistake—they thought that I might be broken.I would destroy them instead.My heart pounded like a war drum, fury welling up. The lead warrior attacked first, sword lighting the night with moon-infused light.I met him in midair, spinning out of his hold, and buried my claws in his throat.Another struck from behind.I spun, snapping his neck with a single swift motion.One after another, they fell.My claws ripped through muscle, my power pouring over the battlefield like a living entity.They had come to kill me.They had come to destroy me.But tonight—they would be the ones that died.A spear cut through the air, aimed at my heart. I caught it, snapping the spear in two with my bare hands before splintering the fragments into the chest of two warrior

My breath hitched.I knew those faces.Devon. Lilith.Two of Abbadon's closest followers.They stood in the midst of the vampires like ghosts, their presence alone drawing attention. Devon's hulking form radiated silent menace, his icy blue eyes searching the battlefield with calculated consideration. Lilith, small but equally deadly, was rigid, her eyes locking onto mine before flicking toward Abbadon's crumbling form.Something in me broke at the sight of him there, motionless, his unconquerable presence a mound of slowly rotting flesh.No.No.I staggered forward, my heart racing against my ribs, a sob rending my throat."Abbadon—" My voice was rough, hardly recognisable, a mix of denial and desperation.Lilith moved.Not walked—moved.A black blur of energy, so fast my eyes barely tracked her until she was suddenly beside me. A moment. That was all it took.The battlefield warped.The ring of steel on steel and the snarls of beasts were silent. The reek of blood and burned flesh w

The room was quiet.Too quiet.The kind of quiet that didn't sit well, like it had swallowed up all the noise and left only a feeling of emptiness behind.I was wrapped in the corner of the underground bunker, knees pulled into my chest, arms around them like I could hold myself together.I was breaking apart.The walls were in my face, the air was heavy, pressing down upon me with the weight of everything I had lost.My parents were dead.Incinerated in the flames of war that I had inadvertently brought down upon them.And it hurt.God, it hurt so badly.I stared at the chilly floor beneath me, my eyes unfocused, my mind careening into black places I did not want to go.I should have been tougher. I should have been quicker.If I had been.Perhaps they'd still be living.A keen, shivering breath escaped me, but it did nothing to relieve the crush in my chest. The anguish was a storm, raging within me with no means of escape.Outside, Devon and Lilith's muffled footsteps were pacing t