Even Heroes Have The Right To Bleed の小説・ストーリー

“I’m here.” Gerald throws Draven off, blood running down his arm but healing already. “Clone, upgraded, faster healing, you can’t kill me, not without killing the line.” “The line dies with you,” I say. “Then the babies die too,” he says. “Blood law, remember, three Hollow heirs, you, me, Rowan, one has to go for them to live, and it won’t be me.” He lunges for me. Caiden fires. One shot, from the ground, from a soldier’s dropped gun.

“Some kind of chosen one?” Mark’s voice was grim. “You’re the last of your kind. And the key to opening the gate.” Elara stood up. “No. This is crazy. This is—this isn’t real. I go to school. I take algebra. I’m not a—” “The moon bled red,” Evelyn said gently. Elara stopped. She looked out through the broken stained glass. The sky still shimmered with crimson clouds. The moon hung low and heavy, watching her like an eye.

The one who was resistant even when I tried to stay far away. I faced the elders. “Why is no one getting him to the doctor?” I asked. “He is dying. Please help. Someone, help him!” I cried but they didn’t make a move. Instead, they exchanged glances. “If you have forgotten, he is an alpha and has a top notch healing ability.…if he survives the blood loss.” No, I don’t believe them. I know about the healing ability of alphas, but this looked different. The knife was still in his stomach, but he was bleeding badly. He was losing a lot of blood.

I shouted to Rhea. "Working on it." She cut through three mercenaries. Brutal. Efficient. Carved a path toward Kael. I followed. We moved together. Back to back. Cutting through the fighters between us and the man who started this. Reached him. Kael. Standing alone now. His mercenaries dead or fled. Just him and his blade and his hatred. "This is over" I said. "Surrender. Face justice. Or die here." "Justice? There is no justice in your new world. Just wolves pretending they are equal. Just contamination spreading. Just everything I fought to prevent."

"So in this life, without me fighting those thousands of fights, his territory was never coming back. You chose him, and you chose the Blood Debt that came with him." I stepped back. "I didn't steal your fate. You grabbed my suffering." Ivy slumped on the stretcher. Her lips moved but no sound came out. Tears mixed with dried blood ran down her swollen cheeks, dripping onto her shredded clothes. Diane stood beside her. Her hand was still on Ivy's shoulder, but she'd gone rigid. Color drained from her face as her gaze moved from Ivy to my arm—the dense web of claw marks stark under the light, line after line.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

“The story just changed. No more games. Now, we run.” They fled down the back stairs, leaving the ambush, the clue, and the last pretense behind. The war was no longer silent. It was bleeding, and it was in the open. And the only thing clearer than the danger ahead was the terrifying, undeniable truth: they were in it together.

Every bleeding day. She opened her eyes and stood. “No.” The wolves around her gasped. “Alpha, this is salvation! This is the end of bleeding!” Hope turned to them. “Mama didn’t break the sky so we’d never bleed again. She broke it so we’d never bleed alone again.” She drew her knife. The same steel Luna used. Sliced her palm. Let blood fall into the pool. The perfect moon rippled. A thin red line cracked across its surface.

Yet so familiar that it shattered the wall I had been holding up. “Hello? Harriet.” The moment I heard my brother’s voice, tears poured down my face. “Bro…” I managed only a single word before my voice broke. When I carried the burden of three lives on my shoulders, I did not cry. When I was diagnosed with leukemia, I did not cry. When I discovered I had been deceived, I did not cry. Even when the last drop of blood left my body, I did not cry. Now… Now I could hear my brother’s voice.

Then— thump. God. Silence. Fair. A terrible silence. Reasonable honestly. Then came the scream. God. Not a scream of pain. Fair. A scream of betrayal. Reasonable. Because heroes weren't supposed to fall. God. Heroes definitely weren't supposed to fall in front of flowers. Fair. The humiliation alone was devastating. Reasonable honestly. Then Elena appeared. God. Instantly. Fair. Because mothers always appear instantly. Reasonable. It's one of their powers. God.