All Blueprints Sons Of The Forest の小説・ストーリー

'Ten Mini City Blue Hill is the closest to Moon Valley the land was once owned by the werewolves clan called Bloodline. Blue hill was once a beautiful land with green plants and animals but when the goblins took over the land. It became a wasteland Because of the goblin's toxic blood. The land is filled with hard rocks weird shaped. The air Is filled with poison gas dark cloud gloom over the land the smell of a dead decaying body also lingers in the air. Skelton's bone is stack on top of one another. The bones are from the creature that the goblins ate.

After contemplating for a bit, he spoke up, "Let me see what level blueprint it is, then I'll clear the path for you two." Navi then sent Blade Warlord a trade request. After he accepted, Navi placed the blueprint within the trade window, allowing Blade Warlord to look over the details of the blueprint. Seeing that it was an intermediate plant harvesting kit blueprint, a flush of excitement appeared in his eyes but he forcefully suppressed it once again. Giving him enough time to look, Navi then canceled the trade, prompting the window to disappear. She then looked towards the scowling Blade Warlord with indifferent eyes before speaking, "My path?"

I was willing to give up everything to follow him to the ends of the earth. But in the end, none of it could compare to Chase's greed for power. Just like that, Lucille's family collapsed. Her father and brother left nothing behind for their subordinates who had once risked their lives for them. A few months later, I began taking over most of my father's affairs. One day, Dad called me, his voice low and solemn as he said, "Daphne, Lucille's father and brother were beaten to death overseas by their former subordinates."

This had been dismissed as a mere rumor but I had a source who proved otherwise. Soren Drakemere, the second son of the formidable Drakemere lineage, carried himself with an air of quiet solemnity that set him apart from his peers. Born into a family renowned for their strategic cunning and unshakable loyalty to the Blackthorn Pack, Soren bore the weight of an unusual legacy. His father, Alaric Drakemere, was a figure of legend—both revered and feared—while his older brother, Caelian, was the golden heir, the warrior who could command a room with a single glance. Soren, on the other hand, was an enigma, a man whose presence was felt rather than heard.

Splashing my face with water several times, I wiped the droplets and slowly limped my way out of the bathroom. “Did you get the blueprints?” my father stormed into my room, eyes blazing. “No.” I was supposed to trick Landon and get the blueprints of the pack house, their warehouses and other places from where they conducted the business. Even though everything was digital by now, Crimson Pack decided to keep physical copies to avoid being hacked. Therefore, one has to enter the secured pack house in order to get the hands on it. My failure to retrieve the same made my father furious. Without warning, his hand lashed out, the sharp crack of the slap reverberating through the room.

he promised. “We?” I asked. “I went with two friends. I wasn’t sure what I would find there, and they were curious. They’re good people. I trust them..” “Who are they?” He ran his hand through his dark blonde hair. “One is actually next in line to Blue Mountain, but he’s young still, and his father is still training him, and the other is The Beta at White Forest.” “And they believed what they saw?” I asked. I felt another presence here, but it was comforting, not prying.

With the revelation that Chimeras are once animals that turned by Sovereigns into vicious killing machines, Lars spared a little moment to wish them a better place on the other side. "May your soul finally finds peace," Lars quietly muttered. With the Chimeras disappearing, Lars thought of how close this forest was with a suburban district of Antares. He sensed people nearby, a whole family blissfully living their lives, not knowing the interdimensional threats that loomed in their backyards. It made Lars thinking, and then smiling, knowing he started to get the hang of his job as a Scion.

“He can try to rip it from me, but he’ll fail. He’ll never take you.” Emilia’s heart raced. She wanted to believe him. But Marcus’s silver eyes haunted her. And somewhere far away, Marcus himself sat in quiet conversation, plotting their doom. The Blackfang estate was silent at night, its stone halls echoing with the whispers of wolves too afraid to raise their voices. Marcus poured himself a drink, the amber liquid catching the firelight, his hand steady despite the blood still smeared across his knuckles. Across from him sat Roan Stormfang. Selene’s father was broad-shouldered, his hair white as fresh snow though his eyes gleamed sharp and cold as steel. He carried his aura with the quiet

Chapter 19 The sub-basement air hung heavy with the metallic tang of blood and antiseptic, the dim emergency lights casting long, menacing shadows across rusted pipes and abandoned medical carts. Ava’s pulse thundered in her ears as she stepped forward, flanked by Jeffrey on her left and Samuel on her right. The triplets—Ethan, Lucas, and Ava Rose—were cradled in portable medical harnesses carried by Samuel’s elite security detail, their small bodies trembling with the awakening hybrid marker. Faint ethereal glows pulsed beneath their skin like living constellations, a visible sign of the power her father had engineered into their blood.

Leather worn smooth. Redwood’s sigil stamped on the front. “My father’s old reports,” he said. “About the north. About what comes next.” I took it, hands steady now. “Why me?” “Because you’re Beta,” he said. “And because you’re ready.” I opened the file. Inside was a map. Not of Redwood. Of the entire north. Marked with trade routes, rogue cells, alliance points. Red X’s where The Hollow still had cells. Blue lines for trade.