Broken Bloodlines Series の小説・ストーリー

"Your mate’s line was never separate." Her mind reeled. "Separate from what?" "From ours." The words dropped heavy between them. Silas felt it too, the shift. The truth cracking open. "Elara." His voice was tight now. "Say it clearly." Her father exhaled slowly. "The Crescent and the Fortress were one bloodline. When the first bond broke, the line split. Half carried the land. Half carried the sight." Elara's chest tightened. "Sight?" The creature's silver eyes flicked to Silas through the bond.

“Too late, Okoye Alpha. Your territory is already bleeding from the inside.” I leaned my weight into the blade, pressing the steel until a bead of red formed on his skin. “Give me a name before I skin you for a rug.” His chest heaved, a broken laugh bubbling in his throat. “Santiago Moreau wants you to know…” My hands went rigid. “…that the blood-covenant is broken. Your lineage is forfeit.” With a sudden, violent convulsion, his jaw snapped shut. The bitter scent of nightshade crushed between his teeth filled the air. His eyes rolled back into his head, his body going completely slack beneath my boot.

"Mary Hart, my bloodline has been watching you since your wolf awakened. We debated whether to reveal ourselves or stay hidden. But seeing what you have accomplished, seeing how you fight for people even at the cost of yourself, we decided it was time to stop hiding. The Crescent Moon Bloodline stands with you against Dr. Torres and anyone else who threatens the future you are building." She left before I could respond, and I sat alone in my office processing the fact that two supposedly extinct bloodlines had emerged in the past two months. How many others were out there? How many royal bloodlines had survived The Covenant's purges by hiding so deep that even ancient enemies thought them de

Inheritance Beyond Bone: A Study of Blood Memory in the Sovereign Lines Codex Umbra: Forbidden Forms and the Repercussions of Shadowwork Veins of the Vale: Mapping the Ancestral Ether in Delta Bloodlines The Tyrant’s Mirror: How Empaths Unraveled the War of Seven Wills Of Flame and Stone: House Emberdark’s Fall and the Quiet Curse that Followed Declarations Made in Silence: Oaths Taken Beneath the Aureum Sky

Something in my chest that has been in one position for eleven days shifts. "Vienna reported in this morning." He crosses to my desk. Sets down a single printed page with the deliberate care of someone who has thought carefully about how to deliver something. "Prague went dark yesterday. Lisbon haven't responded to three separate messages." He pauses. His voice doesn't change — he's too good for that — but something behind his eyes does. "The degradation pattern is consistent across all five bloodlines. Starts eleven days ago. Simultaneously." Another pause. "To the hour."

Not from the fracture this time. From betrayal. Again. Always betrayal. “What am I?” I whispered. The First Heir answered before either of them could. “A cycle.” Cold flooded my body instantly. No. “No.” She tilted her head slightly. “The marked bloodline does not die normally.” Another sharp pain exploded behind my eyes. Flash Different faces. Different bodies. Different centuries. Silver eyes opening again and again. Wars. Fire. Love. Death. Always ending the same way. An Alpha. Blood. Destruction.

I had thought all of this would be over once the curse was broken. "You would be surprised what is possible when it comes to a twin bond." The healer said, his voice low and grave. "And not just any twin bond. One from their powerful bloodline. The blood of the first Alpha runs through their veins. That is why Azrian was able to twist the curse the way he did. That is why Adrian was able to break it. And that is why their fates are still tied together."

Gigantic chains stretching through endless darkness. Some were broken. Some still held. But every second more of them snapped apart. One chain shattered. A loud metallic scream echoed through the city. Another broke moments later. Then another. And another. Each break sent another tremor through Valenfort. Lucien's voice became urgent. "...the chains..." "I know," Evelyn replied. "No." His voice sounded strained. "You don't understand." The red light flickered violently. "Every chain is a bloodline." Evelyn froze.

My son was coming apart in my arms in the dark, and the only map out of it had been drawn by the man who wanted him dead. The silver was splitting Luca's skin faster than I could hold the doors. I had my forehead pressed to his, pouring everything I'd learned in three days of training into the threads of his blood, and it wasn't enough — I could feel the three bloodlines tearing at each other, each one wanting to be the only one, and the small body between them losing the war.

“The bridge is calling me. In a few hours… I’ll have to make the choice. Unity with his bloodline… or war.” Damien knelt beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Whatever you choose, we stand with you. This is our family. Our legacy.” As the enemy forces closed in and the base defenses strained, one final message appeared on the emergency screen: “Four hours until breach. The rival bloodline is coming for its rightful heir. Choose wisely, Voss.” The war between bloodlines had truly begun.