Broken Bloodlines Series の小説・ストーリー

When she spoke, her voice was quiet. "You're right." Wren's heart stopped. "What?" "I orchestrated all of it." Seraphina met his gaze. "The massacre. The suppressants. The bond. The treaty. Everything." Wren stared at her. "Why?" "Because I needed you." Wren's throat tightened. "Needed me for what?" Seraphina stood, crossing to the window. Her back was to them, her silhouette sharp against the city lights. "The Alpha bloodlines have been fragmented for centuries," she said. "They've been fighting, killing, destroying each other. The Council has tried to control them, but we've failed. We've always failed."

“Silence!” The command rippled across the room. Cain growled in his head at the challenge. Had he not been bound, he would have commanded Cole just as he did at the trial. Another warrior fell beside him, and the pain slashed through his body when another bond broke. He was still trying to recover when Lincoln grabbed Layla by her throat. His claws dug into her delicate skin and punctured it. And the scent of her blood overpowered every other smell in the room. Her blood. Her pain. Her fear.

"He broke her power. Her genetic compulsion. Just by being born." "But how?" Daphne asked, carefully working to stitch Milo's incision. "How could an infant..." "The bloodlines," selene murmured, her eyes almost bulging out, weakly. "Milo bloodline… the Ashbourne bloodline. And your bloodline… a true Alpha. Combined, they created something... something that couldn't be controlled. Something that *breaks* control."

"How many people walking around with blood who don't know what they are?" Veras expression turned grim. "More than you'd think. The bloodline was never fully destroyed. Just forced into hiding. Some manifested power like you and Mira. Others carried it dormant. Passing it down through generations without knowing." "And the ancient families know this " I said. Pieces were clicking together. "That's why they're attacking now. Because they can feel it. Can feel the bloodline waking up." "Yes " Vera said. She looked at all of us. "The war that ended three centuries ago? Its starting again.. This time there are more players on the board than anyone realizes."

I could feel the pulse of the moment, the shift in tension, the silent challenge that neither of us had acknowledged until now. And for once, I let him have his victory. “Maybe later.” Leonardo chuckled, stepping back, but his eyes lingered. “Careful, Xena. One day, I’ll make you answer your own questions.” I smirked, retrieving my drink, settling into the chair opposite him. “Then you better be patient.” Leonardo raised his glass, amusement still thick between us. “I’m learning.” And with that, the war continued. And so did we. The night had confirmed what we needed—Giancarlo’s empire wasn’t unshakable. It was fractured. And now? We were ready to break it.

"That looks like ancient script. Pre-kingdom era." I translated slowly, my knowledge of old texts barely adequate. "Prophecy of the Twin Flames. When darkness rises from the deep places, when corruption spreads unchecked, the goddess will act. Two bloodlines shall unite. Wolf and Lycan. Carrier and King. Together they will break the chains that bind the world to shadow." The words settled over us like a weight. "Two bloodlines unite," Asher repeated. "My mother's bloodline and yours." "The chains will break," I continued. "What chains?"

Rhea, dying in a pool of her own blood, had watched the entire scene. A bitter, mocking smile touched her lips. "The Bloodline Recall has a fatal flaw. It automatically stops when the deceased's memories are too traumatic. It stopped when she still had a sliver of hope. Father, do you have any idea what kind of hell she went through after that?" Kaelan was silent, his fists clenched so tightly he forgot Lilith's hand was still in his, nearly crushing her fingers.

Police lights flashed through the broken glass. Marcus had called them. Three men down. Obasi’s logo on their jackets. Damien was bleeding from his arm. "You're hit," Zara said. Panic in her voice. "It's nothing." Marcus was already ripping his shirt. "Hold this," he told her. Pressed fabric to Damien’s arm. Zara’s hands shook. One man bleeding for her. One man bandaging him. POV: DAMIEN Hospital. Again. Stitches. Statement. Photos.

LOGAN'S POV. “The Five Ancient Bloodlines.”I read aloud as my fingers travelled through the pages, looking for anything that appeared or held a similitude of the truth. My voice bounced off the tall walls in the library. The Five Ancient Bloodlines. That was the title of the book. It was worth checking, even though it was narrowed to contain only the history of the dead. The Noctryn was the first bloodline, with the image of a wolf under the moonlight.

“And it’s not Nightbane.” My chest tightened. “Then what is it?” Seris looked at both of us. And for the first time…. her calm cracked. Just slightly. “It’s the line that existed before both of you,” she said. “The ones who built the oaths. The ones who decide who gets to rule when bloodlines clash.” I felt something cold wrap around my spine. “Decide how?” I asked. Seris’s gaze held mine. “With blood,” she said. The chamber went silent again.