Razor's Edge Bloodline 소설 & 이야기

Justin's clothes are bloody, wincing every time he moves to fight. Devon together with his men tackled the attackers, he looked ready to kill, kicking and snapping necks. The other five fierce-looking men did the same, while Zack went directly to Justin, covered with blood while slumped on the floor. "Zack... Justin was stabbed!" Prem exclaimed as he ran towards the two brothers. "Zack..." Justin whispered weakly. "Shit...Justin? Get me a car!" Zack bellowed upon seeing his gang approaching. Jes instantly ran back to the parking to get his car.

At their head strides a woman with snow-white hair and eyes like fractured ice. “Enough,” she intones. Her voice isn’t loud, but it slices through the night like a blade. “The Solara bloodline is under *my* protection.” Zane pales. “Northern Ridge…” The woman flicks her wrist. Zane’s knife clatters to the ground, his arm bent at a grotesque angle. He screams. Silas wrenches free, sprinting toward me. Selene’s light reignites, throwing the Beta off me. I scramble to Ryland, pressing my hands to his wound.

My blood turned to ice. Leonardo Ricci? The name alone carried weight, whispered in fear across dinner tables and back rooms. Stories about the blood on his hands, the coldness in his heart, the way even his allies spoke of him with caution. A man both feared and untouchable. A monster. And my father wanted to hand me over to him. I shook my head, words tumbling out in a rush. “No. I can’t. You can’t make me do this.” His gaze snapped to mine, sharp as a knife. “You will. Because your feelings and choices doesn’t matter here.What matters is survival. What matters is power. And with Ricci on our side, no one dares touch us.”

I couldn’t let that happen. Slowly I cleared the tears off of my eyes. I was my mother’s daughter. I was my father’s soldier. These boys are a piece of cake compared to the wars I’ve won for my ungrateful father. The ardents were my teammates and if there was anything Bloodrage ever taught me. It was to never leave your own behind. My breath suddenly hitched as I watched one of the brothers, the one with a chopped hand zoom from the shadows, his good arm raised in silent rage. A thick blade glinted under the light.

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.

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

"Alpha! Enforcer! The Bloodline Resonance ritual is complete!" "The Grand Elder repaired the moonstone shards! When we dropped Enforcer Ronan's blood onto it... it glowed crimson!" "This only happens when the stone is stained with the soul of a direct blood relative! The deceased... is 100% Miss Wren..."

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

"Now. The code. The sequence you memorized and locked away. Give it to me." He reached down, his fingers hovering agonizingly close to the fresh, bleeding cut on my arm, threatening to pry the raw flesh apart to get to the subdermal tracker beneath. A scream built in my chest, but I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted the copper tang of my own blood. Through the blinding haze of physical pain and the crushing weight of betrayal, a spark of pure, venomous rage flared to life deep inside me.

He tried to fire the pulse rifle, but Julian simply looked at the weapon, and it melted in Kael’s hands. "Kaelen, please," Julian said. "You were meant to be her protector, not her accomplice. Step aside." Julian walked toward me, his silver eyes glowing. "The crash today wasn't an accident, Maya. I drove us into that pylon because the Architects needed a bloodline with the 'Third Edge' potential. I chose you. I saved you." "You murdered us!" I screamed. I lunged at him with the silver dagger. Julian didn't move. He let the blade sink into his shoulder. There was no blood. Only a spray of sparks and a thick, golden fluid that smelled like ozone.