The Fated Series のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Turn of the TideThe clang of steel against claw rang in my ears, a ceaseless storm of violence and fury. Each strike I parried, each body I felled only brought me closer to the looming fortress, its black walls drinking in the carnage like a thirsty god.Sage’s presence pulsed inside me, strong and sharp. Forward, Evandra. You were never meant to cower behind walls. This is where the tide turns.I carved my path through two enchanted wolves, their bodies shuddering unnaturally before they fell limp at my boots. Their branded flesh still smoked faintly with Vera’s magic. My stomach turned, but I didn’t falter. My sword was slick, my arms heavy, but my purpose blazed.“Evandra!” Tristan’s voice thundered over the din. He was only a few strides behind me, when he shifted, his wolf, Thorne tearing into the fray. His green eyes found me, desperate. Stay back—let us breach first! He urged through our mindlink.But it was too late. My gaze had locked on the gates.They groaned and shuddered

All the Names of Love“Wards are reactive,” Lefu said, already moving, already measuring. He hauled a canvas roll from a satchel—charms, inks, powdered silver—spread it over the hood of a wrecked truck, and began sketching sigils so precise they made my teeth itch. “Hold pressure. Don’t let them reset. Osiris, blind the parapet left—”“On it,” Osiris grunted, vaulting a burned-out barricade, shoving a Crescent rifleman out of harm’s way with the same motion. He raised a launcher, sighted, and put a grenade into a seam of stone that had looked decorative until it coughed dust. The enchantment flickered along that quadrant, a bruise forming in the witchlight.“Keep hitting that vein,” Lefu said calmly, drawing, muttering, drawing. “Evandra, with me.”I moved to his side like the order had been given before I was born. He shoved a charm disc into my palm—paper over silver leaf, the ink still wet-black and shining—and met my eyes. “On my count, press this to the ward and think of your bon

Do Not Yield“Put it away, Vera,” I said, and the use of her name made her flinch. “You do not understand the thing you’re wielding.”“Oh, Evandra,” she crooned, and I hated that she made my name sound like a child’s trinket. “You don’t, either. But I do. I have listened to it longer than you have listened to your mates.” Her eyes glittered, hungry and hollow. “Look what it can make of me.”Draven’s hand brushed her elbow in warning— possessive, proprietary. She didn’t look at him. The Mirror hummed, and the hum crawled into my bones.The parapet narrowed to the space between one breath and the next. Silver Haven guards surged from a tower door, hoping to swallow us by numbers and choke us on logistics. Tristan met them like a cliff meets a wave. Lefu hid in angles and stepped out only to end things. I moved through the seam they bought me because the Mirror wanted me closer and whatever wants you dead often wants you near first.“Evie!” Osiris’s shout, hot wind from below. “Do not go

Iron and AshThe chamber tilted. A wind with no source curled around our ankles, nosed under our armor, tasted our spines. The black veins in the stone brightened, feeding light into the pedestal until the Mirror’s surface bloomed with starless shine. I could feel it hunting for a seam, a crack in us where its edge could slide and pry.It found me.Because I am where the seams are. I hold them, I make them, I mend them. Seam is another word for bond.My knees went soft. The room dimmed to a tunnel whose only end was the Mirror’s surface. Deep in that night, a throne rose—a black thing cut from consequence. My body leaned toward it; my hand floated up as if to touch the place where my cruel reflection had once been.“Evandra.” Tristan’s voice, very soft, the way you speak to someone on a ledge. “Stay.”“I’m trying.”“Stop trying,” Lefu murmured. “Choose.”I closed my eyes. I did not see the throne then. I saw the kitchen at Pine Wood, Osiris’s laugh skipping like a stone across a lake.

Chose HerEvandra The Mirror screamed. Not a sound, but a vibration that shattered stone, shaking the chamber to its bones. The reflection lunged against the glass, fists pounding, teeth bared, desperate to break free. But the glass held, cracks spiderwebbing across it.Vera shrieked, clutching her chest as though the power she had siphoned was tearing back through her veins. “No! No, this was mine!”I stood, legs trembling, but stronger than I’d ever been.“This was never yours,” I said, voice low, certain. “Not the Mirror. Not me. Not my bonds. And not my children.”The Mirror flared one last time, then shattered into a thousand shards, light pouring out like dawn.The reflection vanished with a scream that wasn’t mine.And I collapsed, my knees hitting stone, hands still clutching my stomach. The bond-threads surged back, golden, strong, wrapping me in warmth. My mates roared outside the chamber, their voices breaking through.I had chosen.Not vengeance. Not ambition.Love.The c