All Chapters of Bloodline Of The Black Throne : Chapter 101
- Chapter 110
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CH. 101 — The Courier Who Never Arrived
The city felt wrong tonight.Too quiet.Too calculated.After the syndicates collapsed in fire and betrayal, an eerie calm settled over the streets like a held breath. Adrian didn’t trust quiet. Not anymore. Quiet meant someone was hunting—and whoever hunted him now wasn’t a gang lieutenant or mob enforcer.This silence belonged to the Imperium.He moved along the shattered rooftops, steps weightless, instincts thrumming like tuned wires. Every shadow vibrated with a pattern he didn’t recognize—someone watching, measuring, closing in.Selene crouched beside him, eyes scanning the blocks below.“They’re shifting tactics,” she whispered. “No more mercenary squads. This time they’re using their own.”Adrian’s jaw tightened.“Imperium hunters don’t leave tracks.”“They don’t need to,” she murmured. “You leave a wake. Their tech reads instability, movement, heart rate shifts—”Adrian lifted a hand.A sound cut through the night.A faint electric hum.A courier bike. Sleek. Unmarked. Runnin
CH. 102 — House Morvain (The Renegade Bloodline)
The safehouse hums like a metal heart buried underground. Reinforced concrete walls. Old servers humming. Emergency lights flickering in amber pulses. It’s the kind of place you hide from the world — or dismantle it.Adrian locks the steel door behind them.Selene drops the courier’s encrypted case onto the table.It thuds like a coffin.“All right,” she says quietly. “Let’s see what the Imperium didn’t want you to find.”Adrian inserts the biometric key he ripped from the courier’s palm. The case clicks open. Inside: a slim crystalline drive, faintly glowing, Imperium sigils running along its surface like veins.The Imperium never decorates anything.If they etched symbols here… it mattered.Selene connects the drive to the central console. The room fills with cold blue light as corrupted files unload, glitching, reforming, stitching themselves back together like resurrected ghosts.Images appear first.Faces.Rituals.Crowded halls of robed figures beneath banners Adrian has never s
CH. 103 — The Mother Who Ran
The hard-drive hums like a dying heartbeat. Dust drifts through the stale air of the abandoned server vault, catching the glow of the monitors as line after line of decrypted files bleed onto the screens. Selene’s fingers fly across the keyboard, breathing life into corrupted directories, forcing them open one by one.Adrian stands behind her, rigid, silent, the tension in his jaw sharp enough to cut glass.Something is coming.Something old.Something personal.“Another folder,” Selene says quietly.She clicks.The screen goes black for a heartbeat—then erupts with static.A shaky video loads.A corridor. Alarms flashing. Smoke pouring from vents. A woman runs across the screen, dark hair whipping behind her, a child clutched tightly against her chest.A child with familiar eyes.Adrian stares so hard the world narrows to a single point. “Pause.”Selene freezes the frame.The woman’s face blurs from motion, but the shape of her eyes… the set of her jaw…Adrian already knows.“Who is
CH. 104 — Execution of the Father (The Forbidden Truth)
The server vault lights flickered like a dying heartbeat, each pulse carving shadows across Adrian’s face as the final encrypted file unlocked. A cold draft swept through the underground chamber—impossible, since there were no open vents. But the air felt colder anyway, as if the file itself chilled the room.Selene stood beside him, arms crossed tight, watching the progress bar inch across the screen.“What you’re about to see…” she whispered, “…is the one file the Imperium never wanted anyone to open.”The bar hit 100%.The screen shifted.And Adrian’s world cracked.---The Father He Never KnewA pre-recorded trial room appeared—an arena of polished obsidian, lit by blood-red torches. Rows of cloaked figures filled the seats, their faces hidden behind masks etched with three intersecting circles: the sign of the Three Thrones.And there, kneeling in the center, wrists bound in chains, head unbowed…Was a man who looked like Adrian.Sharper jaw. Older eyes. But the resemblance was u
CH. 105 — THE LAST HEIR
The alarms hit first—shrill, metallic, slicing through the server vault like razors. Red warning lights strobed across the metal walls, painting Adrian and Selene in alternating stripes of blood and shadow.“Trace confirmed,” Selene hissed, eyes flicking across the cracked monitor. “Imperium kill unit. Not mercenaries. Not syndicate trash. The real thing.”Heavy footsteps echoed above them. Boots. Many.Adrian didn’t flinch. His pulse didn’t spike. His breath didn’t hitch.Instead, his body adjusted—like gears shifting into a forgotten position.As if it knew what was coming.---The Revelation Hidden in the CodeWhile Selene frantically typed, decrypting the last layer of the courier’s stolen files, Adrian scanned the ceiling, mapping structural weak points, calculating exits.The vault vibrated as explosives detonated above.Stone dust drifted.The ceiling cracked.“Hurry,” Adrian said—not urgently, but coldly, like a command.“I’m trying—” Selene froze as the screen blinked, then l
CH. 106 — Arrival of the Black Choir
The first warning wasn’t sound.It was silence.A deep, unnatural hush swept across the snow-rimmed valley as if someone had pressed a hand over the world’s mouth. Even the wind died. Even the trees stopped creaking. Adrian halted mid-step, muscles tightening without conscious thought. Selene felt it too—her pupils contracting like a predator sensing a bigger predator.Then the air trembled.A low, vibrating hum rolled across the sky. Not loud—precise. Artificial. Almost… musical.Selene stiffened. “Adrian—cover. Now.”Before he could ask, she dragged him behind the burnt shell of an abandoned ranger outpost. The humming grew clearer, warping into dissonant harmonics—like a choir singing underwater, stretched and twisted into something inhuman.“That’s not music,” Selene whispered. “That’s the Black Choir’s resonance sweep.”Adrian had heard rumors. Ghost Program officers used the name in hushed tones, like invoking a curse. Assassins trained from infancy. Never allowed to speak. Neve
CH. 107 — The Leashmen Unbound
The city’s industrial dead-zone stretched before them like a graveyard of forgotten machines—cooling towers half-collapsed, smokestacks leaning like broken fingers, conveyor belts frozen mid-motion, everything soaked in a metallic cold that bit through skin.Adrian, Selene, and Zara slipped between the shadows, the distant hum of the Black Choir fading behind them.For now.They’d bought seconds… nothing more.Selene checked the skies for drones. “We can’t stay here. The Choir will regroup.”Adrian nodded, keeping his head down. “We just need a place to breathe.”But even as he said it, a strange weight pressed against his instincts—something old, something wrong.It felt like a pressure on the air, as if the atmosphere itself recoiled from what was approaching.Zara shivered. “Why is it suddenly so cold?”Selene didn’t answer.Because she’d just heard it.A sound that didn’t belong in any living world.Chains. Dragging across concrete.Slow. Scraping. Deliberate.Selene’s breath hitc
CH. 108 — Return of the Choir Mother
The tunnel breathed like a sleeping beast.Cold air pulsed through the abandoned underground rail system, carrying echoes of distant metal groans and dripping water. Adrian led the way, moving with a predatory stillness. Selene walked beside him, blade drawn. Zara followed closely, still shaken by the Leashmen attack.They’d been moving for hours, crossing between collapsed junctions, crawling beneath rusted scaffolding, climbing over derailed train cars. Every sound felt like a threat.Every shadow felt like a memory trying to claw its way back.They thought they were alone.They weren’t.Not even close.---A Voice That Shouldn’t ExistHalfway through a wide transit chamber, the lights hanging from the ceiling flickered. Adrian froze. Some instinct—deep, primal, older than thought—told him they were no longer being hunted.They had been found.A whisper floated through the darkness. Not metallic. Not synthetic like the Choir soldiers.No—this voice was warm. Soft. Almost motherly.“
CH. 109 — Ghost-Mode Ascendant
The warehouse district was a graveyard of metal skeletons—rusted cranes, broken loading belts, and storage units with their walls ripped open like the ribs of colossal beasts. Night mist crawled between them, muting sound. Hiding anything. Revealing nothing.Adrian stood at the center of it, chest rising in slow, deep breaths. Selene crouched beside him, her knives ready. Zara stayed pressed against a fallen container, doing everything she could not to shake.“They’re closing in,” Selene whispered.Adrian didn’t answer.He didn’t have to.Because for the first time in his life, the world wasn’t quiet. It was loud—too loud. Not with sound, but with possibilities. Thin silver threads stretched across the dark, flickering like strands of spider silk, forming branching paths only he could see.Every thread showed a movement.A strike.A counter.A kill.They pulsed in and out of existence, syncing with the pounding rhythm of his heart.One enemy steps from the right. Two seconds later, a
CH. 110 — Something Inside Him Is Waking
The night air tasted metallic.Adrian stood alone beneath the fractured ceiling of the old refinery, breath low and controlled, but everything inside him felt… wrong. The world wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t still. It beat with pulses he could hear beneath the concrete—rhythms of heat, motion, heartbeats in distant bodies.It was like sound had turned into light, and light into instinct.He inhaled.He could smell steel, rust, oil… and fear. Not his. Someone else’s. Maybe everyone else’s.Adrian blinked hard, the afterimages of the battle still flickering behind his eyes. Bodies of Choir soldiers lay twisted on the floor, their helmets cracked, their sonic emitters sparking.He didn’t remember every movement he’d made.Just the outcome.Footsteps crunched behind him. Zara’s.“Adrian?” Her voice trembled.He didn’t turn right away. Because he wasn’t sure what she would see in his face.He wasn’t sure what he would see either.“Are you hurt?” she asked.For a moment, he had to think. Had to ch