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

“I was the reincarnation of his father’s obsession. I was the bridge to a past he couldn’t let go of.” Julian reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, tarnished key. “This is for the estate in the Adirondacks. There’s a safe in the basement. Not a digital one. A physical vault. The elder Ares told me, right before he died, that it contains the ‘original blueprints.’ Not for a house, but for the company. For the souls he bought.” He held the key out to me. “I can’t go there alone, Lisa. The architecture of that place… it’s designed to break a man like me. But you… you’re the architect of the light. You can see through the shadows.”

“Mom! Dad! Your adorable daughter is home” I knew what Morgana was trying to do; I didn’t have the strength to argue with her. I was still mad at her for betraying me with Tyrone, but I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of our parents. It was Christmas, and they deserved a peaceful holiday. Mom and Dad walked in, they looked visibly worried, and I knew it was about me. My father was the beta of our pack, beta Nicholas and his mate, Matilda Westmore, my parents.

For the first time, he didn’t pull it back. Pain ripped through him, sharp and white. He gasped, teeth gritting, vision blurring. This was what the myth never mentioned. Blue Alphas didn’t disappear because they were weak. They disappeared because staying meant annihilation. Kael pressed his forehead to the ground, breath shaking. “I won’t carry you anymore,” he whispered to the weight. “You’re not mine.” The forest responded. Not with violence. With silence so deep it felt like acknowledgment. Something ancient shifted — not breaking, but loosening.

It wasn't until much later that I found out most of that money had gone straight to Derek and Chloe. I looked down at her hand on my arm. "Let go." She wouldn't. Tears kept falling. "Ryan, you can't do this. You're my flesh and blood—" I laughed. Flesh and blood? Then why had that flesh and blood spent its childhood sleeping in a space under the stairs, eating other people's leftovers, and nearly dying of a fever alone in an empty house? "Mom. You keep saying I'm your flesh and blood. Then tell me — how many ribs does a person have?"

The Blue River Pack is made up of creatures that were once Fae, but have been morphed into some kind of vampire, werewolf hybrid, while keeping their Fae powers that they were born with. They were originally a group of outlaws that stole something precious from my mother a long time ago and were cursed to rot into nothing in the dark forest. Some mutation to my mother’s spell allows the men to combat the rot by drinking the blood of those unaffected by the spell. It is part of the reason that they capture anyone foolish enough to wander through the dark forest.

I wanted to foster those qualities and help Billy. He was my son, after all. Whether or not Trista decided to stay at Blue Moon Crescent, Billy was the son of an alpha. And that came with expectations and responsibilities. Trista eventually agreed to let me take him out into the forest. Billy’s eyes had grown so wide when I told him we were going hunting, I think they were going to pop out of his head.

Father growled as he face the woods. "The Blue Moons." As soon as Atlas said the name of the pack, the entire field silence. I never knew why, but the Blue Moon pack has never been mentioned here. It's like there's a secret code and if anyone dares to even speak of their names, they'd pay dearly. "Havoc..." Father called out to one of my brothers, the youngest from my six older brothers. "Get you mother and Mina to the ware house." He ordered and Havoc didn't hesitate for a second before he moved over to us.

The forest, once a place of terror, now served as a living classroom for their children, a sanctuary where laughter replaced the echoes of shadows. Their eldest, a daughter named Lyra, possessed her mother’s keen eyes and instinctive courage. She ran through the forest trails, bow in hand, learning both discipline and freedom under Elena’s careful guidance. Their son, Kael, inherited Adrian’s steadiness and unwavering focus. He learned early to read the forest, to anticipate movements, and to respect its power—lessons that came naturally, embedded in the stories of battles he had yet to witness but whose echoes were taught through tales and demonstrations.

—the world of birds, of un-modified forests, of "Wild-Biology." "Avery," Maya whispered, her eyes wide with a new kind of "Sight." "The roots... they found a 'File.' They found a 'Memory' of the 'Blue-Standard.'" The "Blue-Standard" was the original, un-Sombra-fied Earth. And the Sovereign-Roots were starting to "D******d" it.