Baine Of My Existence の小説・ストーリー

Magic bleeds up from the cracks in slow, poisonous pulses. This is where it will begin. I know it with bone-deep certainty. Cain comes to stand beside me. Close, but not touching. He’s learning—learning this new version of me, the way I move, the way I don’t shiver anymore in the night air. “You shouldn’t be here,” he says quietly. I huff a breath that almost sounds like a laugh. “Neither should half the things breathing right now.” He studies me from the corner of his eye. “Do you feel it?”

Bane. I've been fighting the deep inner thoughts of my mind. The place that holds nothing but the darkness within its depths, I am no longer in control of my thoughts. Flashes of bits and pieces come back to me from my life before, and I was not a good person. I hurt Calliana in every way possible, and I knew how terrified she would be if I threatened to kill her other mates. She would bend to my every whim, and this I knew. I remember some things from life when I was Eli. But Samuel is a different story. It feels more as though he is the second person that lives within me now.

You are here because it is your destiny. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny... You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny... That keeps running through my brain like a broken plate. I want to smile bitterly. Am I existing for a purpose? Because I think that I have no purpose in this world. My life back on earth is not that good. If they say so, I will be exiled. I'm smart, but I don't have parents. I don't even have a decent house because I'm just renting an apartment that looks like it's going to be destroyed in just one earthquake. I don't have things to be proud of... Beauty? It is only just a skinny dip and b

' Bane pauses, looking at me, I can see he is frustration while he tries hard to explain his reasoning. 'Raven, being the Goddess of Death, fuels our magic and gives us a source of power we have never had access too. Yes, we are strong alone, but we weren't strong enough to take on Dagon and his witches alone, especially if he found out who I was,' Bane watches me with a pointed look. I can see it bothers him to hide so much from me, but I can't help the anger I feel.

I whisper, steady despite my shaking hands. The pool erupts in silver light, engulfing me. My bones ache, reshaping. Memories flood—my mother’s smile, my father’s howl, the warehouse’s blood. Pain sears, not just physical—grief, fear, the weight of being hunted. I grit my teeth, Cassia’s fire a warm anchor against the tide.

I writhe on the ground, clawing at the dirt. Shit. I close my eyes and for a moment I see a million white stars. ‘Damnit, get up!’ Bane yells at me. I know if I fall unconscious, I might not wake up again. So I roll to my side and push myself off the ground, feeling the soil beneath me wobble. Or perhaps it is I myself who is wobbling. I can no longer tell. My mind drifts off to Alisa who is waiting for me back home. Somehow, the thought of her gives me strength.

He knew it was best to leave me alone when I was like this. But why? Why was I like this? I jumped up from my seat in an effort to bring myself back to reality. My breath began to shorten, and my vision began to dim. This feeling. It had been a while. Darkness, dear friend. “Years. Centuries. This is what we are.” Bane whispered. His voice was my tether, keeping me from crossing the line of insanity that would have since taken me. I should have killed the girl. I should have made an example of her. Reminded the world why they whispered my name like a curse in the night.