Bloodborne Maiden の小説・ストーリー

His eyes flicked to Kane, and Maeve followed his gaze. A silence fell. Maeve inhaled slowly. “It is true then. I felt something pull the air when the moon lifted. Something old.” Kane stiffened. “I do not know what I am. I do not know anything about Bloodborn or powers or ancient lines. I only know I reacted because I wanted to protect Adrian.” Maeve nodded with quiet understanding. “Bloodborn awaken under stress. Under fear. Under instinct. And their power always appears in moments of protection.”

“You said they are enemies to the Maidens.” “The first shadow walker was born to a Maiden. Her son wanted power, wanted to subjugate the Maidens, and rallied the other children of the Maidens and other partners who had powers together to make it happen.” She shook her head. “Maidens are gifted in very specific arts. Harmless, but powerful and necessary.” I frowned and gasped as a memory flashed through my mind of my mother and Lauryn in the garden together, planting something. A flower had bloomed between my mother’s hands.

“You know those two girls are more like twins than cousins. Now you will have a new level of incentive to succeed. Honor wants to go with you and where Honor goes, Arya goes. Gage didn’t have much of a choice. Anya convinced him.” “How? With an axe to his balls?” Gage’s dark laughter came from behind me. “She handcuffed me to the bed, fucked my brains out and then had me say yes while edging me. It was fucking torture. I had no choice.” “She edged you?” Gage’s wife, Anya, was a Volkov by blood and a Vittori by marriage. She embraced Gage’s darkness with her own and in all that chaos, they found each other. “The woman’s fucking talented,” Gage said with a smirk.

The smell of blood still clung to the air, sharp and metallic, even as silence settled over the broken cabin. I stood just inside the threshold, my hand still clenched around the hilt of my blade, every sense straining toward the girl. Amelia. She was smaller than I imagined she’d be, her eyes wide and unyielding despite the fear that trembled beneath them. Power shimmered faintly around her, like the aftertaste of lightning in a storm, and it called to something primal inside me. The bond tugged, relentless and insistent, and I hated how much I felt it already.

--- The final chamber was massive a hollowed cavern beneath the city, lined with obsidian stone and a single raised altar at the center. Upon it rested the seal. It was not what Aria expected. Not a talisman. Not a relic. It was a body. Pale, ageless, perfectly preserved. A woman or something like one wrapped in robes of bone-white silk, her chest pierced by a blade forged of moonstone and gold. The moment Aria stepped into the room, the seal pulsed. Alive. Kael stared. “That’s…” Sera whispered, “The First Moonborn. The one who gave her life to close the gate.”

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

“The rift reopens. The Wyrd return. And next time… they won’t just take spirits. They’ll consume every realm. The human world. Ours. All of it.” I looked around—at the ruins, the warriors, my sister, my mate, and the child within me. I had already given so much. Was there anything left to give? “Yes,” whispered my wolf. “I will do it,” I said aloud, lifting my chin. “Tell me how.” Maria stepped forward with a silver dagger laced in glowing runes. “Blood. Yours. From the heart. You must cut across the mark of the Moonborn on your chest.” I pulled the remnants of my top aside. The mark was glowing faintly—a crescent moon entwined with vines, pulsing with life.

She stood in the crimson vortex, light flickering between white and black, life and death. “Evelyn…” Lucien rasped. She opened her eyes. Silver eyes stared — alien and cold. “Lucien Draven,” she said, voice echoing as thousands of souls. “You called me back, but I am no longer Evelyn Cross. I am blood — the legacy of all who fell here.” Seraphine staggered back, terrified. “No… she is the reborn blood lord.” Lucien stepped closer, heart clenching. “If you are truly her, look at me.”

Alexis spread her arms, and closed her eyes for a moment on there right now. “Ego Alexis Calder. Hominibus puro sanguine in corpore toto. Purus lamia venator sanguis. Auxilium tuum peto venatores lamia in circuitu mundi. Ubicumque es, modo ad me veni. Auxilium tuum mihi opus est contra bellum cum lamis malis. Huc veni, quaeso, venatores lamia circum orbem. Adiuva me ut perficiam propositum vitae meae ut mala lamia ex hac terra deleam. Ponere posse stateram vitae nostrae, sicut venatores lamiae, boni lamiae, et homines. Ego Alexis Calder, venator vampire sangui- nis. Iterum te rogans, venatores lamia in circuitu mundi ad me veni et adiuva me ut hoc bellum vincas. Veni. et veni...” Alexis mutt

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.