Queen Of The Blood の小説・ストーリー

Elena had made her move, and she had done so with blood. The retaliation wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t calculated the way she thought it was. No—it was desperate, reckless, and meant to force our hand before we could solidify our growing dynasty. But she had made a mistake. Because we weren’t just rulers protecting an empire anymore. We were parents ensuring that no one threatened our child before they even took their first breath. And that meant there would be no mercy. It came without warning.

Kael (POV) She’s not screaming anymore, not because the pain stopped but because it claimed her. The snow around her is steaming. Her skin is splitting in places it shouldn’t. The silver in her scars pulses like a curse trying to crawl out. Something not wolf-born. Magic that tastes wrong tastes old. Not feral, not divine. But familiar. Blood Queen. The Wilds recoil like they remember what bled from her line the last time it rose. I stand motionless, staring at her eyes, which beg not to be taken by it. My wolf thrashes inside me, not out of fear or pity but understanding.

~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY "The queen does not sleep. She gathers. And when she rises, the world will kneel not in awe—but in apology."

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.

I watched Vaelira scream until her voice broke. Watched Cain kneel beside Maereth’s body, fury vibrating through the stone beneath his hands. Watched the wolf prince return too late—bloodstained, triumphant, horrified. Timing is everything. And then— Ah. Then she arrived. The Vampire Queen. She doesn’t enter rooms so much as claim them. Power bows around her whether it wants to or not. Ancient blood wrapped in elegance and mourning silk. When she knelt beside Maereth’s body, something twisted unpleasantly in my chest.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

"My mother wasn't just a 'soft-hearted fool' for you to break, Silas. She was the last keeper of the True Blood. I am the only Princess of the Old North, a Sovereign by blood and by blade. And today, I am stripping you of the only thing you ever cared about." I looked at him, my lips curling into a ruthless smile. "Your bastard sons? By the second sunrise, they will be hanging in the square. I’m not just killing you, Silas. I am erasing your existence. A hundred years from now, no one will remember your name. They will only remember the Queen who rose from your ashes." Silas opened his mouth, his face contorting as he prepared to spew one last, vile curse, to use the tongue that had broken m

“I accept Dalton Nightcrest as my mate… my king… and my future.” And just like that, it became real in a way that could no longer be undone. Queen Seraphina stepped forward. Her presence shifted the room without softening it, only commanding it, and she lifted her hand, the sacred cut appearing across her palm, a thin line of blood that carried history older than any of us. Her hand met mine. Warmth surged through me immediately, not gentle, not painful, but overwhelming in a way that made me feel suddenly aware of something larger than myself, like threads stretching out from this moment into places I couldn’t yet see.