Chain Of Fate Bleach の小説・ストーリー

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

I heard an elf murmur from the edge of the circle. Then it returned. It was no longer a prickle but a physical weight on the back of my neck. A cold, dissecting gaze that pinned me in place, chilling the heat of the duel. My focus fractured for a single, fatal heartbeat. "Thalia! Focus!" Bhaera's voice was sharp.

Beneath him, it flowed into the ancient markings on the ground as they glowed, and it was then that Rain clearly saw what was happening. The chains weren't about the ritual. They weren't about proving who was guilty or not. They were draining Cealan's life force. Rain couldn't breathe. His breath caught. Every instinct screamed at him to break the promise. Raze slammed harder than ever, wanting to take control. At this point, he didn't care about the consequences. All he wanted was to save their mate. But Rain seemed to have frozen. He wasn't moving. His eyes stared fixed on the glowing runes beneath his mate.

Then she lifted it open. Inside, resting on dark velvet, lay a tarnished silver chain. Its links were thick, heavy, almost unnatural as if it was more than mere metal. Attached to it was a pendant shaped like a crest, its surface etched with strange runes that seemed to pulse faintly, alive. Adira’s breath hitched. The air shifted the moment it was exposed, thickening, as though the chain carried with it not just weight but presence. Richard’s voice was hoarse when he spoke. “That chain was the beginning of everything I became. Every death, every sin, every night I bled for power it all started with that.”

“But yes. They are like sports drinks. And tea.” Abertha relaxing helps me let go a little. Breathe a little deeper. I take a sip from my cup. It’s sweetened with honey. Just how I like it. “First off, it’s not Fate, it’s Fates. Plural. And they aren’t necessarily working together. You’ve got the sports drink Fate who is all about the results. Hydration by whatever means necessary. Pups, pups, pups. That’s all she cares about. But then there’s the tea Fates.”

I needed to get out of here. “How you got here isn’t important. But the answers you seek are.” “I’m not seeking any answers—” “The bond you cling to is not the one the moon made,” he said, cutting me off, voice low and rhythmic, almost like a chant. “You wear a chain forged by hands that meddle with fate, Alpha Nathan. And the chain around your neck does not belong to the goddess, it belongs to rage and hatred.” I frowned. “Excuse me, what the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, trying to avoid his eyes.

And at this moment, he simply smiled. Then, two figures flashed by: General Hydro and General Pyro. "So what if you’re a ninth-level monster? You're still going to die!" With those words, the two generals unleashed their most powerful attack. Two Soul Chains surged forth toward Bailey. "What?!" Bailey was greatly shocked.

He stood his ground, small boots planted in the snow, his hands opening toward the shadow. The chain hummed—a white-hot resonance. I felt Kael’s soul surge through the links, a biological circuit of protection that wrapped around Leo in a faint, protective ring. "Now, Leo!" I commanded. Leo didn't make a sound. A concentrated burst of gold static erupted from his chest, channeled through the chain, and slammed into the fissure. The gold met the crimson-black in a violent collision—steam, frost cracking, the ridge shaking as if the earth itself recoiled.

"Look at the links, Blaze. Look at them with your heart, not your eyes. Don't you see the shape of the metal?" Blaze froze, his breath hitching. He leaned in, his glowing gold aura illuminating the "chains." They weren't made of iron or shadow-matter. As he focused, he saw that the links were composed of tiny, microscopic carvings—shimmering, ethereal script that flowed like a river. I will always protect you. You are my moon. I would die for you, Rhea.

"Dammit! Dammit! Zephyr Khan... Today, I'm going to kill you!" Battle attire on his body was shattered, and the blue high-grade plate armor was shining brightly. The Immeasurable Divine Sea behind him kept expanding, as if it was going to spread the world. The multicolored light scattered, and each beam of multicolored light unleashed an astonishing destructive power. "Buzz..." With a strange long cry, a silver chain suddenly appeared in Dongfang Xiao's hand. The gold and silver chains crossed each other on both hands, and a kind of evil spirit rushed toward them.