Razor's Edge Bloodline の小説・ストーリー

The figure lunged. Instinct kicked in. Evelyn’s hands flared with crimson light, her bloodline power igniting. The figure screamed, dissipating into smoke. Her breath hitched. She had done it. But the Labyrinth was merciless. Another shadow appeared, and then another, each feeding on her fear, forcing her to harness her power with precision. She realized quickly that brute strength alone wouldn’t work; she had to understand the rhythm of her bloodline, the flow of energy that Lucien had hinted at, and the grounding presence of Elias.

My name is Lucar Vale, Alpha of the SilverClaw Pack the strongest bloodline in the entire Northern Region. Strength wasn’t something I prayed for. It was forced into my bones. My mother died in the Great War killed right in front of me by rogues who wanted our land, our bloodline, our power. I was just sixteen. Her death carved something vicious into me. A hunger to protect. A fury that never fully sleeps. People say an Alpha’s power is tied to emotion.

"Are you asking me that shitty question?". She asked "Yes ma'am" I answered awaiting for her to proceed further. Although I knew what she wanted to say, it was best she said it with her mouth. Like I presumed Mom frowned her words out. "Aren't you at least scared!! Do you know what you're getting yourself into, if you accept Master Leonard's inheritance?". ( Mom's words to me) "Seriously? It seems you have forgotten, that I'm also a woods blood and Master Leonardo is Also my father"

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.

“You’re the last of the royal bloodline.” Silence rang through the cell. I blinked. Laughed. “That’s cute. Did you rehearse that?” Varian sighed. “You can deny it all you want. But your blood proves it.” He reached into his coat and pulled out a dagger. The blade gleamed in the torchlight—silver, edged with something darker. Before I could react, he pressed it against my palm and sliced. Pain flared. My blood welled up—deep crimson, threaded with faint streaks of gold.

A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back. He was lethal. And as she watched his claws sink into the flesh of Alpha Kai's neck, she had never been more grateful. "She. Is. Mine." Evander snarled, his eyes shining yellow. A tarp now covered the shattered windows of the office, and someone had cleaned up most of the evidence of yesterday's saga. But as a fresh crack in the plaster appeared under Alpha Kai's body, a wave of guilt passed over Sapphira, and as Alpha Kai started to make a gurgling sound, her fingers found Evander's arm.

The memory that I want to erase. And besides, Blade disposed all of them already. I don't need to worry about them because they can't hurt me anymore, even their bloodlines can't do anything about me anymore. They are all ashes now including their whole bloodline. I shouldn't be worried about my safety and think of what-ifs now. I didn't mean to remember this.

My house was still burning and I came out from its depth, stood there for a moment in dark, watching it burn to the ground the one mighty Jonas villa was now burning to ashes, who might have wondered if this could be the way for the tragic end of the Jonas Dynasty. When I was looking at my burning house I could hear the voices of celebration from the house next door, it was all sort of happy screams of congratulation, it was the Forbes, celebrating the death and defeat of my family but they were unaware the eldest son of the dynasty was still alive and he would not rest until he make all those people pay their debts who are responsible for his family’s death and in that moment I decided tha

Lightning bolts shot from their fingertips, striking down foes with deadly accuracy. The vampires glided through the shadows, their movements nearly impossible to track. They attacked with lethal precision, their claws and fangs finding the throats of their victims before they even knew they were in danger. The Reds moved like a ghost, their swords flashing silver as they took down Rufus warriors one after another. The Reds' eyes shone with a sinister glow, reflecting the bloodlust that drove them. The battlefield was a scene of chaos and violence, filled with roars, screams, and the sound of clashing steel.

Alpha Hunter’s command echoed in my head once more, drawing my hand and the knife within it up to my wrist. I dug the blade in and dragged it up my forearm, crying out as I fought to no avail. Warm blood oozed from the open wound, tinting the bathwater a bright shade of pink. As I did the same on my other arm, splitting the skin in a jagged line, I felt a strange numbness settle over me. There was so much blood. So much that I could hardly see anything else. Within a few minutes my head lolled back. I blinked, remembering that there was one last thing I needed to do. I had to do this for them. For Ryker and Jude and Nova and Sterling.