Where All The Veins Meet Book の小説・ストーリー

My eyes suddenly focused on one book, ‘The rare breed – how to train and guide new vampires’, it was called. New vampires? I thought, does that mean when they’re children? I wondered as I picked it up. Just as I pulled it out from its resting place, I heard a small thump behind it. I looked into the bookshelf to see an old black book had fallen behind the ones in front. Setting the one in my hand on a little wooden table next to me, I picked up the black book. I took in a sharp inhale of breath when I saw the same detailed pattern that was on the dagger Kyan had shown me. ‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for.

She finally opened her eyes and looked at him. “I see two places,” she said. “Florence, and Venice.” “Yes,” he said. “Very good.” “But I’m confused. Where do I go?” “There are no wrong choices in a journey. Each path just brings us to a different place. The choice is yours. You have a very strong destiny, but you also have free will. You can choose at any step. Now, for example, you are faced with a pivotal choice. In Florence, you will fulfill your obligations, come closer to the Shield. It is what is needed of you. But in Venice, you will fulfill matters of the heart. You will have to choose between your mission and your heart.”

At the center of the cover lies a raised symbol: a drop of blood, intricately detailed, as if about to trickle down the cover, appearing almost alive. The clasp of the book is a masterpiece of brutality and symbolism. Made of heavy metal, it is adorned with tiny skulls and bones, reminders of the lethal power contained within the tome. The clasp seems to demand a blood pact to be opened, with a small blade embedded, ready to make the necessary cut. When I finally open the Bloodbound Codex, I feel the temperature around me drop abruptly, as though the very air had been sucked into the book. The atmosphere becomes denser, heavier, as if the essence of the book were absorbing the vitality aroun

Nicole hesitated, then nodded and slipped out. I stood on shaky legs and walked to the mirror. What I saw made my hands tremble more. My wrist curled into a fist. A black vein. It was thin as a spider's thread and crept up from my collarbone toward my neck. What is that? I touched it, expecting heat, but it was cold. I didn't know what it was. I couldn't understand it. But fear crawled up my spine as I stared. I need to hide this. This is too strange.

“In seven days, she’ll start erasing me from his memory. I can’t let that happen.” “Then we go together. The whole pack.” “She said alone.” “And you believe her?” I didn’t answer. I turned to walk away. To go pack. To prepare. The room spun. My legs gave out. I stumbled forward. Troy caught me before I hit the ground. “What is that?” His voice went sharp with fear. I followed his gaze to my arm. The black veins had spread past my elbow. Up to my shoulder. Creeping toward my neck. They pulsed under my skin like they were alive.

Retreating into shadow. Click. A faint sound. Barely audible. The blood vessel along the side of his neck finally ruptured. Dark blood slid downward. And beneath his collar— something began growing. Golden-black vines. Twisting. Spreading. Crawling upward across his throat. Toward a face already consumed by murderous intent.

Alexander’s POV The instant our blood finished binding, the chamber breathed. Not metaphorically. The walls expanded with a groan like ancient lungs drawing their first breath in centuries. Runes ignited along the obsidian table, light racing through carved ley paths until the map of the Veil rose three-dimensional—rifts yawning open like wounds, threads of shadow crawling toward the academy’s heart. And through it all— Her.

"You can’t stop what’s already begun." The ground opened beneath her feet—a rift of blinding light, howling wind, and whispering voices. The Veil. Riven grabbed my arm. "If she crosses, it’s over." "I’m not letting her." He hesitated. "Then forgive me." Before I could ask why, he pressed his hand against my chest. Pain exploded through me. The crystal’s glow surged, pouring through my body in a torrent of blue light. I screamed as my veins lit up, the magic fusing with my blood.

My vision swam. I needed to leave this place by all means, and I couldn’t leave her here. I couldn’t breathe for a second, so I turned and rushed out of the room, my chest tight, my head spinning. I needed space. I pushed into the bathroom down the hall and leaned over the sink, gripping the edges like they were the only thing holding me together. That’s when I saw it. My hands were covered in glowing red veins, crawling up my wrists like fire under the skin.