Heir of the Blood Moon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Rakar’s consciousness returned slowly, pulled from the abyss of darkness by a searing pain. It wasn't the pain of the silver poison, but a liquid fire spreading from his thigh throughout his entire body.“ARGHHH!”Rakar clenched his teeth tightly, his back arching off the cold floor. He opened his eyes. His vision was blurred. He saw Eldric’s face above him, his expression calm, his hand just pulling an empty syringe from Rakar’s thigh.“Hold on, Rakar. Let the medicine burn out the silver,” Eldric said. His voice wasn't loud, but deep and resonant, as if coming from the bottom of a well.“Ardan…” Rakar hissed, ignoring the pain tearing at his nerves. “Where is Ardan?”“Safe, Boss. He’s with me.”It was Daniel’s voice. Rakar turned his head. He saw his assistant standing near the operating table, holding a sobbing Ardan on his shoulder. Beside him, Revira stood frozen, her face as pale as a corpse.One minute stretched into an hour of torture.Slowly, the heat subsided, replaced by a

The SUV engine roared like a wounded beast. Daniel stomped the gas pedal, sending the car hurtling down the deserted suburban road toward the mountains. The speedometer needle trembled at 140 kilometers per hour, ignoring the speed limit signs.In the back seat, the atmosphere was far more terrifying than the car’s speed itself.Rakar sat in the middle, his hands steadying Ardan’s small body to keep him from being jostled during the sharp turns. Revira sat on the right side, pressed against the car door, turning her face toward the dark window. She deliberately put as much distance as possible between herself and Rakar, as if the touch of her husband’s skin were a deadly poison.“He’s getting hotter,” Rakar reported, touching Ardan’s forehead with the back of his hand. “Eldric, your crystal?”Eldric, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, turned slightly without changing his posture. “The cracks are getting worse. It’s only a temporary dam. If it breaks, the flood will be worse.

The giant ironwood gate creaked open, the sound of its heavy hinges breaking the night's silence like a groan of pain.Rakar didn't wait for the gate to open fully. He stepped inside, slipping through the narrow gap between the two doors, Ardan still shivering in his arms. Revira, Eldric, and Daniel followed closely behind.The moment their feet touched the ground beyond the gate, the atmosphere shifted drastically.If the forest outside felt wild and threatening, this place felt... judgmental.The Velkan clan settlement was not a collection of primitive huts, as humans might imagine. It was a small city built in harmony with nature. The structures were made of roughly hewn natural stone and sturdy black timbers, constructed around giant trees that served as natural pillars. Torches of blue fire—magical flames that produced no smoke—lit the stone paths, casting long, dancing shadows.However, it wasn't the architecture that sent a chill down Rakar's spine. It was the inhabitants.Doze

The dawn light in Velmora was pale silver, piercing the gaps in the wooden window, painting thin lines across the dim bedroom floor.Rakar hadn't slept at all. He remained seated in the corner of the room, his back leaning against the cold stone wall, his eyes constantly watching his wife and son. Ardan was sleeping soundly; his fever was completely gone. Revira was also asleep in a chair, exhaustion finally having overcome her anger and fear.Watching them sleep, Rakar felt a tightness in his chest. He had spent eight years building this small paradise. And in a single night, that paradise had turned into hell.Creak.The bedroom door opened slowly. Daniel entered silently, carrying a tray with toast, thick bacon, and two steaming mugs."'Morning, Boss," Daniel whispered. "You need this."Rakar took a mug of strong black coffee. "Any news?""None of it good," Daniel replied, setting down the tray. "Eldric went to the council hall before dawn. I hear Vorlag already gathered the conser

While Rakar sped into the Dark Forest, the atmosphere in the heart of the Velkan settlement was no less heated.The Elder Council Hall was a magnificent circular chamber, carved directly into the trunk of the oldest giant tree in Velmora. There were no seats. The elders stood on root platforms that jutted from the floor, gazing toward the center of the room where a torch of eternal blue fire burned, casting long, dancing shadows.Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes."You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land.""I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood.""An Heir?" Vorlag sneered. "You call that half-blood child an 'heir'? That child is