First Blackfyre Rebellion の小説・ストーリー

But amidst the chaos and pain, a fire burned within me, an unyielding determination to protect Lyra at all costs. Amidst searing pain, my primal essence burned brighter, fuelling my determination, and heightening my senses. Their every move became apparent to me, their intentions sensed before they even struck. The battle transformed into a primal dance, a clash of forces where I reigned as the Lycan King, Lord of Chaos. I met each attack with savage precision, countering their aggression with a relentless ferocity that left my adversaries reeling.

Usban, Prince Dulhen, and their entire family welcomed the return of these powerful black vampire clans. Suddenly, Twari and Owwa collapsed to the ground in shock, unable to believe they had returned to life. Everyone bowed before the last Supreme who ruled before their downfall—Supreme Atcandis. "The return of the blacks! Long live the black vampires!" Twari shouted, echoed by the newly resurrected vampires brought back by Usban. Usban grinned, knowing the whites’ days of triumph were numbered. Soon, they would feel the wrath of the black vampires—the same ones they slaughtered and robbed of their wealth three centuries ago.

Rydan staggered back—but his fear quickly twisted into rage. “This changes nothing!” he shouted. “We will not bow to a royal relic or a Moon-drunk Alpha!” That was the moment. Steel flashed. From the shadows, warriors surged forward—Rydan’s men, weapons drawn. The first true act of rebellion. Selene moved instantly. “Shield the elders!” she commanded. I shifted. The world exploded into fur, muscle, and power as my wolf tore free, massive and silver-white, Moonfire blazing in my eyes. I hit the ground running, intercepting the first attacker before he reached Selene.

but made. Queen (gaze distant): "Forged. In Skyfire. By those who called themselves gods but feared their own creations. The Flamebloods were their answer to rebellion—walking weapons. And when those weapons found souls, they turned against their makers." Ceres (processing): "You mean our line began... in defiance?" Queen: "Yes. One she-wolf broke her chains. She birthed children with will, not programming. That was the first rebellion. Your blood carries her scream."

I bellowed. Power surged through me, my Lycan form rippling just beneath the surface. I launched myself at the rogue band with savage force. Claws extended, fangs bared, I tore through their lines like a force of nature. Bones cracked under my fists. Blood sprayed hot across the snow as I crushed the leader’s throat with one merciless twist. My warriors joined the fray, but I was a whirlwind of destruction, driven by the image of Bella standing alone in that market, covered in garbage and saying nothing.

Liam asked giving Frederick a rough gaze. A long time ago, more of thirty-two centuries ago as the story goes, the supernatural world was filled with the wonderful creatures called ‘Phoenixes’. Their leader, Gabriel McFlame ruled over them all but there was a catch. Like the present situation that went on between Queen Alessia and the late lycan king, there were conspirators in their midst. Traitors who despised Gabriel and sought to end his existence. Seeing as phoenixes are naturally un-killable, they sought every way possible to counter those laws of nature and over throw him as the Emperor.

But as I reached the middle of the bridge, a sudden, piercing howl echoed from the woods behind Damon’s men. It wasn't a wolf. It was something older. A group of men in white robes emerged from the trees—The Elders of the High Council. They were looking straight at me, their faces grim. "The prophecy," the lead Elder whispered, pointing a gnarled finger at me. "The First Fang has returned. Seize the girl! Kill anyone who stands in the way!" Rowan was at my side in a heartbeat, his claws extending. "Over my dead body." The Elders didn't flinch. They raised their hands, and the ground began to shake. "She is a blight! She will bring the end of the wolf race!"

The First Fang stepped onto the edge of the shattered platform overlooking the city. “No.” Her silver eyes glowed brighter beneath the moonlight. “But they can delay you long enough for the heir to become something far worse.” For the first time since the siege began— The Black Fang looked uncertain. And somewhere deep beneath the sanctuary, something even older began awakening.

They had broken the chains that bound the Frostkin and the Blood Pact Beasts, but they had also stirred something else—the wrath of the royal family and their forces. She could hear the distant sounds of footsteps and shouts echoing through the corridors of the Spire. The royal guard was closing in, and the Blood Pact Beasts, no longer bound by the magic of the pact, were beginning to stir. They could be heard howling in the distance, their primal instincts awakened. “Let’s go,” Asha said, her voice steadying. She gripped Darian’s arm for support, her legs still shaky beneath her.

I met her gaze, my heart hammering in my chest at my recklessness. “Because I’ve seen the same injustices you speak of. And because I want to help you bring him down.” I replied. My answer was only a half truth as I had never suspected the King of being so malicious and crooked. If what the woman had told me was true, then the King was the most two faced lycan that I had ever come across. And that went to say a lot as I was related to the worst werewolf in the seven kingdoms by blood. For a moment, there was silence. The redhead studied me once more, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she nodded.