Blood Over Bright Haven Broken Binding の小説・ストーリー

They were connected by these bright lines of light. The words underneath the picture made my blood run completely cold. "Soul bonding ritual. Warning: If one dies, both die." My hands started shaking so bad I almost dropped the book. I read the whole paragraph under that scary drawing. "Soul bonds created through blood magic cannot be broken by any means. The two subjects share their life force completely. Any injury to one will affect the other. Death of one person results in immediate death of both." I slammed the book shut as hard as I could.

This sound cut through the noise, breaking the quietness of the moment. Julie raised her gaze and looked up towards the ceiling, her eyes scanning the room as she tried to find out where the sound was coming from. From the dark shadows of the night, a figure slowly came into view. It was a man who held a heavy crowbar firmly in his hand. The dim light made it difficult to see his face clearly, and his features were hidden in darkness. However, his eyes shone brightly with a fierce and threatening energy. With a sudden movement, he raised the crowbar above his head and swung it down hard. The metal made contact brutally, hitting the back of one of the men with a terrible, sickening thud that

Bright red, staining his palm and fingers. For an instant, he just stared at his own hand, the blood shining under the corridor lights. Another cough. More blood. Little, but blood. “The bond.” The Lycan growled, not out of anger, but out of understanding. “It’s trying to sustain both. What hits her is crossing over.”

I didn’t slow down. “Get down!” I barked. Alessio ducked, but he was already reaching for the glove box — pulling out the spare pistol I kept there. Another round came through the rear windshield. This one didn’t miss. It hit me square in the back of the head. Everything went white. Then black. I heard Alessio scream my name one last time before the world tilted and went silent. --- When I opened my eyes again, the world was too bright and too loud.

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.

My arms ached with every push of the handle. BANG. A gunshot. I froze. The mop slipped from my hands. Footsteps upstairs. Voices. Then—nothing. My legs wouldn’t move. I hid behind a metal shelf, heart pounding so loud I could barely hear the bass from the club above. Then I heard it. A groan. Faint. Pained. I peeked around the shelf. Down the hall, by a stack of crates, a man was lying on the ground. His shirt was soaked in blood.

The air thickened, humming with raw, ancient power. And then a voice, not Alejandro’s, rolled across the clearing, layered with fire and echo, so vast that even the air seemed to bow beneath it. “You call them monsters,” the voice thundered, both flame and shadow. “But they are not born, they are bound.” Every member of the Haven froze. The power in that voice was nothing like their Alpha’s usual control. It was older, heavier, terrifying and divine all at once. “The souls of the slain, witches, vampires, wolves, and humans, trapped in the twilight between life and death. The forbidden art that commands them is Sanguis Vinculum, the Blood Binding.”