Is Nolan A Pure-blooded Viltrumite の小説・ストーリー

“I am offering you a final kindness. Kneel. Swear fealty. And present the artifact with both hands. I may yet grant you a place within my walls—as a servant. It is more than you deserve.” I studied his face—the arrogance, the hollow certainty. The man I knew was gone. “I told you. I am not unprotected and the artifact is not stolen by me, it is given to my son by someone else.” “By whom?!” he thundered. The full, crushing weight of his lineage’s power erupted, slamming into the room. Guards collapsed. Mia cried out, stumbling back. “Who else could possibly want you? A discarded, mortal woman! Who can give an artifact to a non -pure- blood child? Who else would shield you from this world but

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

I think he might be homesick. “As long as my parents are with me and Viola cannot do anything to them or to me, then I will go with you to Night Crown. I don’t want to see her at all, and I don’t want to see Trina at all either.” Nolan stepped forward, “You have my word. You will not be bothered by Viola.” I noticed that Nolan no longer refers to her as his mate. He is only saying her name. He must truly be ready to sever the bond.

“We’ve had… a few unexpected observations.” Cassian leaned forward, folding his hands on the table. “We are worried about the longevity of this alliance; moreover, the strength of your… line.” Nolan’s eyes narrowed. “My line. You mean… my wife? Children?” Cassian asked, and pretended not to be curious. “We were informed you’re wife was a Rogue, childless at that. Where is she from again?” Nolan’s head tilted slightly. “Why does this concern our alliance?”

I don’t think I’d get away as easily this time, though. “I know people like you, Veronica,” Nolan said when I didn’t respond instantly, “Independent. Smart. Cunning. Firm with her beliefs. Responsible in her duties,” he gave me a smile but it made me uneasy and he added, “You’re not the type to just marry into the family of a king from an opposing pack overnight, especially when you were also a former Luna.” I composed myself. I don’t know what he wants, whether he just wants to test me again out of boredom or not but I will not break. So I answered, “I was dethroned and exiled by my old pack. That changes things.”

The Steeles from Jalton are, like, a top-tier reputable family! [So Nolan really is a rich heir!] [I get it now. He's the lost rich grandson whose family tracked him down. He refused to accept his inheritance, so they ruined him to force his hand.]

“What if Nickolas didn’t actually die? What if he somehow survived, and Noah… what if Noah is deeply connected to him somehow?” Ren’s eyes widened sharply, his jaw tightening immediately. “Hold on a minute, Enzo,” he said, stepping closer to me. “Nickolas is dead. Your father made absolutely sure of that years ago. Him and his entire lineage. You know what the Vengas were—leeches who could steal a wolf’s power simply by touching them. If Noah was a Vengas, you’d be completely drained by now, with no strength or power left. Do you feel anything like that happening to you?”

No one dared to pick a side until Ethan made a move. But Ethan just gave a casual flick of his paw. “It’s just a pile of abandoned relics,” he said dismissively. “If anyone here is interested, feel free to bid.” That made his stance crystal clear. He didn’t care at all. A vampire noble chuckled, his fangs glinting under the lights. “I happen to be looking for a new container to hold my blood-slaves’ hearts. This cauldron looks rather nice.” “Haha, I don’t have such hobbies, but it would make a fine toy for my little imp,” anoth er demon merchant added.

The young vamp wolf zoomed in front of the pastor starring in the pastor’s eyes as his own shifted to a crimson red. “Tell us what we need to know Scott said as tears proud from his eyes. “Scotty?” The Pastor stood still his eyes wide open and is willing to resist the strange trance was absent. “What was our mom’s job?” Pastor Miles remained in tranced as he was completed to answer Scott's questions. “To keep the royal half-blood from falling into the wrong hands?” “Who’s the royal half-blood?” Scott asked. The pastor answered the vamp wolf with unwilling honesty. “You are, Scott Nollax.”

Protect Solon, no matter what. “Talia,” Nolan’s voice broke through, rough and tense. He pushed through the crowd, still covered in Kargon’s blood. “The toxin’s in him. His eyes are turning red. Any second now, he’ll lose control, and you’ll be the first he goes after. Step back. Solon wouldn’t want this. Please.” ‘No,’ I growled through the bond. ‘There has to be something we can do. We killed the Rogue King. We have his blood now.’