Broken Fate Line の小説・ストーリー

Urian didn't want to believe what he was seeing but he was sure he wasn't wrong. The string in her eyes, the pull, the smell… it was all her. He has finally found her, his fated mate, someone who is not supposed to exist was right here in his arms but she looked so… tired. ***

"You're lying! How could they have died in a fire? They were perfectly fine in the castle! Did someone bribe you to disrupt the ceremony? Which of my enemies convinced you to do this?!" David fell to his knees in fear, begging for mercy. "Alpha, please! I swear it's the truth! But… there was something strange about the fire. When we found them, Lady Violetta and Lord Sylvan were unrecognizable. Their faces were burned beyond recognition. We couldn't save them..." Kaelen's face turned ashen as the words sank in. He picked up his whip, his hands trembling with rage. He lashed out at David, his fury consuming him.

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

But just before he vanished, his voice echoed like a curse: "You can’t stop what's already begun... I’ll be waiting for you at the end." She exhaled slowly. Her heart beat fast but steady. She realized now she was growing stronger. She had pulled a dark Fate into her dreamstate—and defeated him without a single blow. But she also knew… this had to be the last time. Not all would follow. Not all should. Leaving most of them in the desert, wondering if they were left behind. The one orb was in the sky. It was time to move on, Charlene thought.

“Not just the curse itself. The intent.” My stomach turns. “Get to it.” “It wasn’t built just to destabilize you,” he says. “It was layered.” My grip tightens around the phone. “Layered how?” “Bloodline binding,” he replies quietly. “The spell attaches to the Alpha’s line. It corrupts downward.” The world tilts slightly. “Downward,” I repeat. “Yes,” he says. “If you had died while it was active, it would not have ended. It would have passed.”

“Don’t do this. You know the moment you do, you’ve crossed a line you can never come back from.” “It’s too bad I’m not afraid of you,” Fate says. And before I can react, even scream, everything around me falls away. Including my mate. And I’m gone.

Power clung to her, quiet but impossible to ignore. “What is this place?” I asked, my voice sharp. “Why does it feel like it’s dying?” She didn’t answer right away. She just gestured at the throne. “The Alpha line broke,” she said finally. “Not because of death. Because of refusal.” My chest tightened. “Refusal of what?” “Of the bond,” she said, softer now. “Of fate.” The whispers came back, louder, circling us. ...a ruler who denies his mate denies his pack...

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

“If a member of one bound line, who is mated to a member of the other bound line, gives their life… willingly… for their mate from the cursed line…” Damien felt the air leave his lungs. He knew where this was going. His bloodline. An Alpha line, ancient and powerful. Could his line be the other one? The one twisted by The Hollow Order’s curse alongside Sofia’s? “Are you saying…?” Damien couldn’t even voice the full question. Kieran finished it for him, his voice heavy with the terrible truth. “Alpha… the texts suggest that your bloodline is the other one bound in the curse’s casting. And if you… if a member of your line, specifically, were to… to die… willingly… for Sofia…”