Shifter Deathbound Curse のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Creak…The sound of the rear car door swinging open was like a bone snapping in the silence of the night. A chill that didn't belong to the outdoors rushed in, carrying the scent of damp earth and something sickly sweet, like rot.Kit let out a small yelp. Siron’s hand clamped onto his arm.“Don’t look back,” Siron whispered, his new instincts speaking for him. The weave in his chest pulsed, radiating an emergency warmth. Morat. Lyra.“Scavenger entities,” Morat’s voice urged in his mind, alert but not panicked. “They are drawn to your light. But they are weak, bottom feeders. Assert your authority.”“Calm Kit,” Lyra added. “They feed on fear.”Siron swallowed hard. He turned his body, not toward the open door, but to face the front. His eyes stared straight ahead at the dark windshield. In the faint reflection, he saw shadows moving, crawling into the back seat.“Kit,” Siron said, his voice firm and strangely calm. “Sta

The hand of blue liquid wrapped around Siron’s wrist with a bone-chilling grip. Siron stumbled forward, nearly losing his balance. His scream caught in his throat."Siron!" Kit yelled, lunging to grab Siron’s other arm.Gideon pulled something from his robes, a silver medallion, and thrust it toward the blue hand. "Release him! In the name of the Founding Spirits, let go!"The blue hand didn't budge. Instead, more liquid hands emerged from the depths of the well, reaching into the air like thirsty roots."Don’t fight it!" Lyra cried out in Siron’s mind, her voice panicked yet authoritative. "This isn't an attack. It’s... a calling. But we have to control it!""What?!" Siron thought back, struggling to resist the strengthening pull."Listen to the sound," Morat whispered, his voice eerily calm. "That whispering... it’s calling the Guardian. It’s calling us."Siron forced himself to go still, ignoring Kit’s shouts and Gideon’s incantations. He focused entir

Exhaustion and guilt weighed heavily on Siron, but Liora’s sharp gaze forced him to stay alert. Around the old woman, the members of the Order of the Winged Sun and several priests from Aethelford Temple stood in a wary standoff, though for the moment, neither side attacked."War?" Siron repeated, his voice raspy. "What do you mean?"Liora stepped closer, ignoring Siron’s terrified mother and Kit, who was still leaning against the tree. "The Devourer is one of the Seven Dark Guardians imprisoned by your ancestors, the same royal bloodline that cursed that shifter spirit." She gestured toward Siron, or rather, toward the space within him where Morat resided. "His awakening is a signal. The other seals will weaken. And the factions that have been hiding will emerge to seize control."One of the temple priests, a serious-looking young man, stepped forward. "Liora, this isn't the place for an open discussion. We must return to the temple. The Council needs to hear this repor

The yellow flash in Stefan’s eyes lasted only a heartbeat, but it was enough to make Siron’s heart race. Yet when he looked closer, Stefan was back to his usual worried expression, supporting the still-feeble Gideon.“Was I just imagining things?” Siron thought. Exhaustion and stress could play tricks on his mind.“I saw it too,” Morat whispered in his mind, alert. “That was no trick of the light.”“But I don’t feel any foreign energy coming from him,” Lyra added, confused. “Maybe… maybe it’s something else.”Siron had to play it safe. He couldn’t accuse Stefan without proof, especially since Stefan had just helped him save Gideon. But the message from the Order's spy haunted him: “the second is already among you.”An emergency meeting was held in the temple’s council chamber. The High Priestess, several senior priests, Liora with two Order members, Siron, Kit, and a still-pale Gideon, who had insisted on attending, were all present. Stefan stood behind Gideon’s

"Kit" stood before Siron with an unnaturally sweet smile. A soft purple light pulsed in his eyes, mirroring the heart symbol on his palm. The vision of happiness Siron had just seen still lingered in his mind, a normal life, without powers, without terror."All of that can be yours," Kit’s voice whispered, but the tone was more rhythmic, more seductive. "You only need to say the word. Say 'yes,' and all of this horror will end. The curse, the spirits, the temple, the Order... everything will vanish. You can go back to being the ordinary Siron."Siron bit his lip. A part of him desperately wanted to accept. The exhaustion, the fear, the responsibility, it would all evaporate. But something felt wrong."It’s an illusion," Morat hissed in his mind, his voice tense. "The Temptress. She offers what you want most, but it’s a lie.""But what if it's real?" Siron argued internally. "She could just…""No," Lyra’s voice was gentle yet firm. "Happiness built on an escape is