Villainous Black の小説・ストーリー

Other freed prisoners joined in, a wave of desperate bodies trying to overwhelm one unstable hybrid. Vex cut through them like they were nothing. She backhanded Marcus across the corridor. Caught Riley by the throat and lifted her off the ground. "Stop!" Marcus screamed. But Riley's eyes flashed gold. She grabbed Vex's wrist with strength that surprised everyone, including herself. "I'm a Blackwood," she growled. "And Blackwoods don't quit." She twisted free, landing in a crouch beside her father. Together, they attacked again. Zane, the young vampire I'd met earlier, appeared from the shadows. He wasn't weak and scared anymore. His eyes were bright red, fed and powerful.

But the air changes when a new presence slides through the hall — silent, massive, impossible to ignore. A hush spreads behind my eyelids. I open them just in time to see him step out of the shadows. Tall. Broad shoulders draped in black. Eyes like forged silver — not warm, not cold. Just sharp enough to cut through bone. Damian Blackthorn. I’ve heard his name in whispers since I was a pup. Stories of a wolf who razed a whole border clan to the ground for daring to betray him. A king without mercy. But kings don’t come to filthy auctions for leftover daughters.

Her skin was practically translucent now, golden light pulsing beneath it in time with her heartbeat. "It won't stop," Vivienne said, something like compassion crossing her features. "But you can choose how it proceeds." The first figure appeared in the chamber entrance—Leon Blackthorn's dark suit immaculate despite whatever chaos he'd navigated to reach them. His eyes were no longer human, shifting between obsidian black and midnight blue. Behind him came others: a red-haired man whose skin seemed to shimmer with heat, a pale blonde whose breath frosted the air around him, a silver-eyed man with electricity crackling between his fingers.

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

His hands curled slowly against the armrests of the wheelchair. Disabled. She hadn’t used the word lightly. But he heard it anyway. Felt it anyway. Because meaning did not require vocabulary. Because humiliation rarely needed translation. His chest burned. A slow, vicious ache spreading behind his ribs. He was Damian Blackwell. Head of an empire. A man whose name alone bent men into obedience. A man feared, respected, whispered about like a living weapon. And yet— A single sentence from Sera Voss had reduced him to something he despised being reminded of.

“Damien told me not to. But you said you had proof. So show me.” He nodded slowly and gestured toward the old couch. “Sit. Please. I know I’ve been a shitty father. But this… this is important.” I stayed standing. “I’m not staying long. Just tell me what you have.” My eyes searched the room for any suspicious activity. Victor rubbed his face, looking genuinely tired. “That man you’re with… Damien Blackwood. He’s not who you think he is. He’s got power. Real dark power. People disappear when they cross him. I’ve seen it.”

Red glowing eyes I recalled were once silver met mine. I thought I knew fear. I thought I had seen it. Felt it. Been in it. But to the gods, how wrong I was. Kai Malek stood in all his glory with the moonlight perfectly outlining his features. Black liquid dripped from his jaw, his teeth not quite like a vampire's but his tongue? It was split like that of a snake, whatever black thing he took from that girl still lingering on him. His face turned into an angry frown as his gaze penetrated mine.

It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are