15 Hours 40k の小説・ストーリー

Forty-Eight Hours Earlier Alpha Zayne Steele's POV. "You are 15 minutes out," the voice on the com says. Our guy back at home base. I tried my best to stay entirely focused as I didn't get much sleep, staying up well into the night on the phone to no avail. It was tough getting these Alphas from neighboring communities on board to join forces.

We were going to save the world together and hope that was enough. The battle for the ridge lasted eighteen hours. I spent the entire time moving between tears, sensing the rupture edges, predicting which ones would expand. Every time I reported a change, Kael sent warriors to reinforce that sector. Every time a tear started to widen uncontrollably, I felt it and moved toward it with all the Veilborn power I carried.

They had less than forty minutes before the moon reached its peak. Kaden walked over to them, his chest heaving as his body shifted back to its human form. He was covered in black blood and soot, his eyes still burning with a remnant amber glow. He looked down at Elias, then at the heavy blast doors that sealed them in. "We need to get to the main control room," Kaden said, his voice grim. "But those doors are four inches of reinforced titanium. Even my wolf can't punch through them before the clock runs out."

Darkous mumbled, tilting his head slightly as he continued to stare down at her. Elika frowned, her voice strained as she spoke; glancing between the three immortals. “How long was I out? ...” “About 40-50 minutes, the longest ever has been 25 minutes with the distance of twenty miles. You managed to go thousands of miles without dying, such a powerful little princess.” Michael admitted, releasing his hold on her wrist as he leaned back. “Well, her vitals are stable.” “It appears that I may need to up my game.” The dark lord joked, turning towards Michael. His comrade laughed slightly as Darkous shifted his attention back to the princess; his tone becoming serious. “Why did you do that? I th

“OK, this is where we are and this is where the accident was. I have been thinking that they are planning on getting the rest of us they going to need a place where they wouldn’t have to transport us too far. And someplace secure enough.” “The distance that would be safe to travel with one of us who is drugged is about an hour maybe two,” Dad said. “That depends,” Kyle said as he stepped closer. “If they are using the normal stuff I’d say the same thing but if they have the same stuff that the hunters used which I think is a good possibility because that was what was used on April. April only ended up with a mild dose and it knocked her out for over six hours, so getting a full dose into one

Killed them. I breathed hard, not someone, something. He wasn't human. “We're at the half way point.” Wheelers voice sounded, letting us know that we had another four hours before we would reach our target. Four hours of possible dangers. It was actually exhausting being so alert all the time. I let my eyes close for a second and took a deep breath. Even the smells here were sickening. Fire and decay.

Chapter 120 03:17:42 The red numbers burned across the screen. Nobody spoke. Nobody blinked. Nobody breathed. Less than four hours. Four hours until whatever Vale had spent years building finally activated. Four hours until hundreds of children were caught in the middle. Four hours until the world changed. The aircraft cabin fell into complete silence. Even Cassian had no joke. That alone was terrifying. Hale zoomed in on the satellite feed again. The timer remained. Bright. Merciless.

Bella’s POV The bunker lights dim automatically after twenty-four hours—some kind of energy-saving protocol that turns the main room into a soft amber cave. Shadows stretch long across the concrete, turning every edge into something sharper, more dangerous. The monitors flicker with silent feeds: empty streets above, rain-slicked alleys, the occasional patrol car that never lingers. We have maybe twelve hours left before the window closes. Twelve hours to decide if we run, fight, or burn everything down together.

“Persistence is illogical. Divine interference exceeds thresholds. Probability of erasure increasing.” Kieran’s hands fell on my shoulders, shaking slightly. “You hear that? We fight anyway. Every step. Every second. No matter what.” I nodded. “Yes… we fight. For mortals. For Death. For each other. No compromises. No bargains.” “Good,” the Architect replied, voice neutral. “Time remaining: twenty minutes. Estimated mortality collapse imminent.” I clenched my fists. “Then we shorten that time. We fight faster. Harder. With everything we are.”