Alter Lancer の小説・ストーリー

The hand pulled the fabric off completely, revealing— Alaric. My cruel, sickening cousin. He’d never once bothered to hide how much he wanted to hurt me. “What are you doing here?” I asked. He looked down at me with that same arrogant expression. Typical. A faint, mocking smile tugged at his lips. “Well, look at that,” he said. “The main attraction at today’s auction. The Luna the Nightsilver pack threw away.” "Auction? What auction?" “This is the holding area of the Blackmoon Auction House, you idiot. Your pack sold you.”

Prince Ludiciel shouted. Alaric rose into the air, his eyes glowing a faint blue as he raised his hands, summoning a hurricane which he blasted towards the skeletons and soldiers.

“Let our alignment simply record that my beast has consistently maintained its capacity for execution.” Lucas’s driver, Jarrod, had commanded a legendary reputation as a lethal arena champion during his younger winter cycles. Lucas fixed his golden stare on the wall of muscle clogging the alleyway, his lips pulling back into a predator's sneer.

I quickly took a seat. “This man here is the Alpha of the Moonblood Pack. He is here to take you as his Luna.” Is this real? How could an Alpha I had never met be asking for my hand in marriage? How did he know where I lived and whom to ask? None of it made sense, but the only thing I could hold onto was that my prayer of leaving the Duncan Pack had been answered. I could finally be free of this hell. “What is your answer, Zara?” Alpha Caleb asked, locking his eyes with mine. I quickly looked away, too confused to speak.

Alpha Liam’s soaked hair and body whipped towards the young alpha, who was protecting the unconscious Alpha Cameron from the surge of attacks from the left side. A phantom and a griffin rider, who were a few meters away from them, were struck by a lightning bolt while the tornadoes sucked the troops from both parties into the sheer oblivion of the depths of the darkened sea.

The area was deserted, the wind howling through the night and whipping my hair, sending chills down my spine. I scanned the altar. It was the sacred site for the Alpha Succession Ceremony, etched with dark runes that radiated a sinister aura. "You've lost your mind!" I struggled, but the chains suppressed not just my body—they sapped my strength as well. "Mind? No, I've never been this lucid," Liam said, raising a sacrificial dagger that pulsed with malevolent energy. Ancient runes were carved along its blade. "This is the legendary artifact, capable of forcibly stealing another's power. With your purest Luna blood, I will gain the strength to dominate the entire pack."

Not submissive. A weapon. But a controlled one. After a long pause, I slowly shifted back. The glow faded. My body settled into human form, my breathing even. Laurel leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “She’s real.” “I told you,” Ryan said, stepping beside me and handing me his jacket. Alpha Regal finally stood, his tall frame casting a shadow across the table. “You have my attention, Elena of the Star Raiders.” I met his gaze. “Then hear our plea.”

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

I couldn’t shift because I was stuck. Alpha Leonardo didn’t protest. He shifted into his human form, standing bare before everyone. The blood of the men he has killed dripped through his body. Raising his hands in surrender, “Now, let go of her, Vogar.” His eyes narrowed. Even in his human form, he still looked like a predator. “Funny how you trust me, Brother.” Vogar squeezed my neck hard. “She is not worthy of a man like you. She has to….” His body suddenly vibrated behind me as he groaned in pain.

A grey lycan emerged from the woods and Arthur growled his canines at him telling him to back off. The grey lycan immediately fell on all fours and showed him its neck as a sign of submission. However, the white lycan was having none of it. If he didn’t back off soon, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill it. He growled slowly once again. Lance realized that the lycan would attack him if he didn’t move back. And so it retreated before he shifted back to his human form. “Alpha, I mean no harm,” he said but the lycan growled at him. At least his eyes weren’t red yet,’ was what Lance muttered to himself.