Miss Beeの小説

SERAPHINA For three weeks, the routine never changed. Every morning started with the burning sting of syringes filled with wolfsbane, followed by the whip, and then hours of swinging heavy pickaxes in the freezing, pitch-black mines. I tried my best to do all the heavy lifting. I stole my mom's pickaxe whenever the guards weren't looking, forcing my own shredded arms to move until my muscles tore, just so she wouldn't get beaten for falling behind.But I couldn't stop the hunger, and I couldn't stop the sickness rotting her from the inside out.On the twenty-second morning, I woke up on the freezing stone floor of our cell. The cell felt unusually quiet. I turned over, my bones aching, and reached out to touch my mom’s shoulder to wake her up before the guards arrived.She didn't move."Mom?" I whispered, my voice sounding small in the dark room.I pulled myself closer and laid my hand against her cheek. My stomach instantly dropped into a bottomless pit. She was completely cold. H

SERAPHINA The guards grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so hard my neck popped. The cold edge of the silver blade pressed right against my skin. I closed my eyes, squeezing my mom’s cold, shaking hand as tight as I could.I braced myself for the sharp sting of the metal cutting through my throat. I just prayed it would be fast. I prayed we wouldn't feel it for long."Wait, Alpha."Beta Harold’s voice sliced through the air, stopping the guards just in time. I opened my eyes through the thick layer of tears blurring my vision. He stepped closer to Alpha Kai, putting on a face full of fake righteousness and sorrow for the crowd to see."Killing them right now is too easy, don't you think?" Harold said, looking down at us like we were pieces of trash on his shoe. "They took your parents from us, Kai. A quick death in the slaughterhouse is an absolute mercy. They should be made to suffer every single day for the blood they spilled. We should whip them, starve them, and force them to w

SERAPHINA Every time I looked at my mom, my heart squeezed with pure terror. She was still so weak, but she was breathing. She was alive. And right now, that's all that matters.I kept telling myself that my silence was keeping her safe. I was carrying the heaviest secret in the world, burning a hole in my chest, but as long as Beta Harold stayed away from our lives, it was worth it. I would suffer in silence forever if it meant keeping her alive.Then, one morning, the tiny bit of peace we had was ripped away.The wooden door to our house was kicked open with a loud bang. The force of it shook the whole frame of the house.Four heavily armed pack guards marched inside. They were huge, wearing their warrior armor, and their faces were completely blank, cold as stone. I knew these men. They used to nod at me when I walked past the guard towers. Now, they looked at me like I was a monster."What are you doing? Get out of our house!" I shouted, dropping the bundle of firewood I was ho

SERAPHINAI needed to find ginger roots as fast as I could. My mom was coughing up blood again back at the house, and the pack wouldn't give us any real medicine because we were just low-class Omegas who no one cared about. After my father was killed in a war years ago while protecting the Alpha, she's the only family I have left. I couldn't lose her too.I wiped the sweat from my forehead and pushed deeper into the woods, gripping my basket tight.Suddenly, the wind blew right at me and a metallic smell hit my nose. Blood. So much blood.And all of a sudden, the forest, which was usually full of birds chirping and leaves rustling, went dead silent. It was as if they had all gone into exile..... no. Like they were mourning. “Birds can never stop singing during the day. If suddenly they do, it's a bad omen.” My father's words replayed in my head. My heart started beating like crazy against my ribs. Every single instinct inside me told me to turn around and run back to the village. B