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

I said, pouring coffee and sitting across from her. "He told you I was in the library until two," she said. "Yes," I said. "And you want to tell me I should have slept," she said. "No," I said. "I want to know what Cael taught you." She looked at me for a moment with the particular expression that meant she had been prepared for an argument and was recalibrating. "The hunting ability," she said. "How it works. How it is different from the breaking." She put both hands flat on the table. "Sebastian. What is in Ashburn is not a binding the way Claire's was a binding. It is alive. Dormant but alive. And breaking Davan's overlay without containing it first would release it fully."

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Ruby and I both scream at the tops of our lungs, seeing Orin with a sword through Jonathan’s chest. “Jonathan,” I cry out, trying to run to him as my legs fight to give out under me. I feel the bond pulling tight and fading as Orin smiles and winks at me. “Please,” I whimper falling to my knees, Orin sinks his fangs into Jonathan before snapping his neck. Everything around me spins as I become overwhelmed with the pain in my chest, making me see white. My chest is on fire; a fire that seems to grow hotter searing my insides when the bond completely breaks, and I hear Osric and Embry both howl in pain.

Brendan replied. He reached out his hand, attempting to touch her through an invisible barrier. In the next instant, his body convulsed with coughs, and he struggled to catch his breath. Blood trickled from his nostrils, thick and sticky. He tried to conceal it with his hand, but the blood escaped, slipping through his fingers. One drop, then another... They fell onto the glass and onto the floor. The assistant's pupils dilated, and she moved forward in astonishment, "Mr. Brighthall—"

Blood, crimson and visceral, painted the air with a macabre poetry. Flesh yielded to the force of determination as I tore through the bindings, Henrietta, my formidable mother, looked on, aghast at the unexpected turn of events. The room seemed suspended in a surreal tableau—a son breaking free from the constraints woven by his own blood. The metallic taste of blood lingered on my lips, a bitter reminder of the sacrificial rebellion that marked this night. Henrietta, in her stoic demeanor, finally broke the silence. It wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be. It felt-

They tried to absorb it, to siphon off the energy tearing through me. It worked for a moment. The light dimmed. The pain eased. Then the bond cracked. I screamed. The light exploded outward, blinding and terrible. Jason was thrown back, crashing into a tree. Mateo fell to his knees, blood dripping from his nose. Dimitri didn’t move — he held on, teeth gritted, eyes burning. “Let go, Dimitri!” Mateo shouted. He didn’t. He held on until the light shattered one final time — and then everything went white.

Bloodbound. My wolf snarled, hackles rising. These weren’t wolves anymore. They were weapons. A laugh slithered out of the cave. “Try.” Jace’s voice….. The bond flared violently, Ivy’s scream shredding through my skull. I stumbled, rage flooding me so hard I thought I’d black out. The Bloodbound lowered their spears as one, the runes on their armor glowing until the night turned violet. “Shields!” Rowan barked, but the ground pulsed before he finished, a wave of magic slamming us backward. I dug my claws into the snow, teeth bared, blood roaring in my ears.

Belinda rolled her eyes at their pleas. "Let's just get this over with," Martina added, her tone weary. Belinda stepped forward, taking Martina's left hand. Their free hands hovered over a shallow stone basin. Belinda sliced a thin cut across her palm, blood dripping into the basin, a dark crimson pool forming. Martina did the same, her blood mixing with her sister's. The mixture glowed faintly, a pulse of dark energy spreading across the courtyard.

When the light subsided, silence enveloped the chamber like a suffocating veil. The once-majestic pillars were now fractured, their carvings barely discernible amidst the rubble. The Crimson Heart lay shattered on the ground, its shards radiating a dim, haunting glow. Aria stirred first, her head pounding and her body weak from the overwhelming power they had just unleashed. She blinked, trying to adjust her vision to the dim light. The bond of the Blood Pact throbbed within her chest, tugging her awareness toward Lucian.