Born Of Blood And Ash Series Order の小説・ストーリー

“What did you just say?” She flinched but answered, “There’s a prophecy… from centuries ago. A child born under the Black Eclipse, marked by both moon and flame. I don’t know if she was born under the black moon... but that’s the only way she could carry such power for someone so young.” I froze. My blood turned cold. Saraphina. She was born the night of the Black Eclipse. That’s not possible. “Why didn’t you tell me this before? Why didn’t I know there was a prophecy?” I growled, grabbing her arm again.

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

Octavia murmured to herself but still loud enough for my ears. "What? What did you suspect?" I quickly demanded. I wanted to know what she was thinking. "Ordinary true-blood vampires are strong because they are born that way, but the royal ones are far beyond the estimated strength. Though, there are just a few of the royal families left in the ancient world. Their bloodlines are believed to be inherited from the original creator of the vampire race. That explains why you were awakened earlier, why you have characteristics of a real vampire even though you're just half-blood. Now everything falls into place."

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

I also get a feeling that he doesn't even want this title. I remember he used to beg me to train to become an Alpha, and I would have to tell him no. And now , I swear he doesn't want it." Asher said. "Why did you tell him no?" Noah asked. "Because Malaki was going to be the next Alpha. The second born of Alpha Blood is supposed to train to be a Beta if the first is alpha blood. I had to teach him to be a Beta, not an Alpha!" "Maybe that's it then. You crushed his dreams. It sounds like he wanted to be an Alpha not a Beta. And you told him no.

Feeling a dull ache on my neck, I touched it and I saw blood, she sliced my skin and I didn't even know, "Impossible," she mumbled, "What is it?" The man stood from the throne, "She is the daughter of Frederick Hall and Emelia Saunders... She is the heir to the Northern pack... She will lead them... To victory," she mumbled the two last words so our we could hear, "Throw her the dungeon!" The man yelled, "We will break her and turned her into our element if surprise."

“I thought the gods buried her deep enough.” I looked at him then—not as a threat, not as a stranger—but as a sibling. A broken boy trained in shadows and raised on silence. “Tell me everything,” I said. And he did. Ashen had been born first. She was older than both of us. A child of prophecy, of lunar fire and bloodstorms. But the moment she was born, the seers saw death. Not just war—extinction. They said she’d burn the whole bloodline down.

every rustle of leaves, every shifting wolf in the distance amplified, as if the moon were inside her skull, beating like a second heart. The sky above cracked with red clouds that shouldn’t have been there. No storm. No thunder. Just... pressure. A rising tension. The prelude to something old and holy and catastrophic. The Blood Phase had begun. And with it came the waking dreams. It started with a flicker. A twitch behind her eyes. Then the world broke. She saw Asher. His throat torn open, blood bubbling between his teeth. Reaching for her. Then Victor. On his knees, screaming in a language older than English. Fire in his mouth. His chest hollowed out like a sacrificial offering.

“He was the monster who destroyed our family to begin with! You have no idea, boy, no idea what is out there. I made a deal to keep this family alive, if it wasn’t for me, everyone here would have been sold or traded or dead. The stupid fact that my grandfather mated to a witch only made things worse, you have no idea what our bloodline can do. I banished your beloved cousin before anything else can get out, no one else knows, no one knows what our blood can do, and now mixed with a Blackwood, she will only be wanted more by them, but they don’t know the truth, they don’t know that she isn’t the first born.” I’m frozen on the spot, unable to move, my mind reeling with more and more questions

Her throat tightened. The original Blood Pact. Her mother had told her legends about it: that the first Varela queen wrote her vows in ash and sealed them with her own bone. A promise to protect the bloodline, no matter what it cost. Now the parchment trembled in Amara’s hands. She unrolled it slowly. The ink had bled to rust, but the words were still legible: “When fire claims the crown and ashes claim the name, the heir shall rise alone. Her bones shall bear the weight of ruin, and her soul shall command the dead.”