Broken Fate Line の小説・ストーリー

Before I can demand another explanation, the strange world around us begins to splinter apart into ribbons of silver and black. “Oh,” Fate says suddenly, like he almost forgot something important. “And Jackson?” I look up sharply. “Try not to die.” The grin that follows is effortless. Beautiful in a deeply irritating way. “She’d be absolutely unbearable if you did.” Then the ground disappears beneath my feet.

I reached out with trembling, clawed fingers, wanting to feel the heat of his cheek, but my hands froze in mid-air, falling uselessly against my beige coat as the sheer weight of my failure crushed my spirit. "He’s slipping into a critical line-state, Lyra," Victor said, handing me a digital chart stamped with the High Council's black terminal code. "The ancestral mutation is taking over. If we don't get the prime Alpha frost line into his veins within twelve hours, his heart will stop."

“I can redirect it to a dead server. But it’ll take my print, my voice. If I mess up..” “Do it,” Elena whispered, her voice hollow. “For her.” He nodded, tears falling on the keys. “Deactivate… Marco Vasquez… override…” The screen flashed green. NEUTRALIZED. But Sofia’s monitor… flatline. Elena’s scream shattered the night. I held her as she collapsed, Marco’s cries joining, our family breaking under Victor’s final curse. He’d lost the war. But he’d taken our heart. Chapter 31 Alexander Kane

“I just want you. You’re all I could ever ask for, and more than enough. I don’t care about what the Goddess has to say about it. You’re mine.” “Shawn,” I whisper, cupping his face. I can’t contain myself anymore. I want him to be the first to know the amazing news, I want to celebrate with him alone even for just a moment before everyone else gets to hear. He watches me carefully. “Shawn, the fated mate bond dissolved when Trent died. The Goddess said I’m free to love who I want. It’s over. It’s actually over.” His mouth pops open in surprise, and then something in his gaze softens and melts. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he is tearing up. “So that means…”

The tear in reality sealed itself with a sound like reality screaming. Morgana shrieked in rage as her three-hundred-year plan crumbled before her eyes. Marcus fell to his knees, blood pooling beneath him. Elena rushed to his side, cradling him as he died. "I'm sorry," Marcus whispered to both of them. "To all of you. For everything." Then his eyes closed, and he was gone. The ritual was broken. But at the cost of the man who'd been both Thelma's worst enemy and, in the end, her unexpected savior.

Aaliyah muttered, "I am begging one villain to stay dead in a jurisdictionally coherent way." Margaret ignored her. She lifted one gloved hand. The blood archive responded. Glass cylinders rose through the floor one by one, intact despite Caleb's shattering, each reformed by old authority. Labels burned brighter now, no longer passive records but files being opened by a majority shareholder. MILLER LINE: FAILURE, MERCY OVERRIDE. MILLER LINE: FAILURE, SPOUSE INTERFERENCE. MILLER LINE: FAILURE, CHILD ATTACHMENT. MILLER LINE: SUCCESS, MEMORY REMOVED.

“He can’t… he can’t go. Not now.” Marrow’s hand lifted weakly, his scarred fingers brushing her wrist. “You’ll lead them… without me,” he whispered. “Storm… doesn’t need an anchor. It is the anchor.” And with that, the last breath slipped from him, carried away on the night wind. The victory tasted like ash. The crates were destroyed. The enemy line was broken. Blackpine had struck its first blow. But Marrow was gone, his absence echoing like a hollow wound through the pack.

He cleared his throat and waited. “My mate lost a child,” Varos said. The words were flat, sanded down to keep from catching on bone. “After Soren. The healers say the womb is strong. They say fate is cruel. I don’t accept it. You’re Alpha. You keep the lines alive. Help us.”

"Stop fooling around, Doctor Smith! How can someone just die so easily? I was just holding her hand not long ago. I promised I would come back for her… She always keeps her promises. She'll wait for me to come home." "But she's not home. You saw that yourself, didn't you?" Wade said. "Maybe she's just angry at me. I really did cross a line there…" Zach stammered. Wade didn't have any patience for Zach's self-delusion. He said flatly, "I scattered her ashes in the sea. She always loved being free. And you? You'll never get her forgiveness." Wade's quiet verdict sounded like the Devil's murmur to Zach, and the phone slipped from his hand. He stared at the broken screen, then at our photo on th