University of the Damned のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 7

Rain lashed down in silver sheets across the sprawling grounds of Blackthorn University. The gothic iron gates groaned under the storm, their spiked tops gleaming like fangs in the occasional flash of lightning. It was just past 11 PM on a Thursday night in late October — midterms were over, and most students were either partying in the dorms or crashed out from exhaustion.Kael Voss wiped rain from his face as he jogged back from his evening lacrosse conditioning. At 22, the final-year sports science major and Delta Howl fraternity president was built like a linebacker: broad shoulders, powerful arms, and the kind of predatory grace that came naturally to a werewolf who trained hard to control his shifts. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, silver streaks visible even in human form when the moon was this close to full.He slowed near the main gate, nodding to the bored security guard in the booth. “Quiet night, huh?”The guard shrugged. “Too wet for trouble.”That was when t

The freshman dorms — Hawthorne Hall — loomed like a tomb under the blood-red moonlight breaking through the storm clouds. Screams poured from every window. Glass shattered. Bodies slammed against doors from the inside.Kael led the charge, still shirtless, his wounds from earlier already knitting closed thanks to werewolf healing. “My little cousin is in there,” he growled, voice raw. “Or… what’s left of him.”Damien moved silently at his side, crimson eyes scanning the shadows. “Sentiment will get us killed.”Serena’s violet magic crackled around her fingers. “Let him feel it. We all lost people tonight.”They kicked in the main double doors.The lobby was hell.Infected freshmen — some still in hoodies and pajama pants — swarmed like ants. A girl with braces and a Blackthorn hoodie lunged at Serena, teeth snapping. Serena blasted her back with a rune that exploded into purple flames, incinerating the girl mid-air. The smell of burnt hair and flesh hit them all.Kael roared and shift

The underground archives smelled of old parchment, dust, and faint ozone from Serena’s protective wards. Dim emergency bulbs cast a sickly yellow glow over rows of forbidden tomes, ancient relics, and sealed vaults that no regular student had ever seen.They had barely sealed the heavy iron door behind them when the pounding from above intensified. The infected quarterback and his horde were tearing the library apart floor by floor.Kael paced like a caged animal, still naked, his body a map of rapidly healing wounds. “I can hear them,” he muttered. “My pack. Or what’s left. They’re calling for me through the broken bond.”Damien leaned against a stone pillar, arms crossed, crimson eyes distant. “Focus. Grief is a luxury we can’t afford right now.”“Easy for you to say, leech,” Kael snapped, rounding on him. “You lost one man. I lost my entire fucking fraternity. My little brothers. My blood.”Serena stepped between them, placing a gentle hand on Kael’s chest. Warmth flowed from her p

The protective dome hummed with violet energy, but it wouldn’t last forever.Serena sat against the ancient pillar, knees drawn to her chest, her body trembling from magical exhaustion. Kael’s deep gashes had closed thanks to her healing, but the emotional wounds inside her were bleeding worse than ever.“I can hear her,” she whispered. “Elara. She’s calling me.”Damien crouched beside her, cool fingers brushing a strand of dark hair from her sweat-streaked face. “You don’t have to face her.”“I do,” Serena said, voice cracking. “She raised me. She was my mother when I had none. If there’s even a sliver of her left… I have to try.”Kael growled low, still naked and streaked with blood. “Then we face her together. No one goes alone anymore.”The dome flickered. A new surge of corrupted magic slammed against it from the other side.It was time.The ConfrontationSerena dropped the outer barrier. The horde poured in once more, but this time they parted like a sea.Professor Elara walked