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Chapter Six:The In-Between
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Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets Chapter Forty-One: The Gathering Before The Shatter
Moments later,The storm slackened as they pressed deeper into the valley, though the silence grew heavier with every step. The rain thinned to a cold mist, drifting down the fractured road like smoke, as if even the storm held its breath for what awaited them below. Lightning clawed across the horizon, each flash revealing fragments of ruin - the blackened husks of towers, the skeletons of walls long swallowed by ash, bones of a city that once was and would never be again.And among those ruins, shapes stirred causing Xander to slow his pace, chest tightening, the Alpha’s ring pressing against his skin like a shard of ice. They were waiting for him. Not ghosts, not shadows - but lycans.Golden eyes caught the lightning in scattered constellations, steady and unyielding. Their silence was not of fear but of expectation. He felt their stares as a weight, heavier than chains, heavier even than the cathedral he had left behind.Marrow halted at his side, jaw hard as stone. “They’ve gath
Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets Chapter Forty- The Road Of Ash
Meanwhile,The cathedral’s doors groaned and rattled behind them but did not give way, no matter how fiercely the presence within strained to break free. The iron hinges shrieked in protest, yet somehow the ancient wood held, leaving the two men standing in the open night with the storm heavy around them. The rain came steadily, falling in sharp slants that turned the earth to dark mire and traced rivulets along the cracked gravestones lining the path. The world seemed smaller out here than it had within the cavernous hollow of the cathedral, yet no less haunted, for silence lingered even through the storm, broken only by the soft thud of boots in wet soil and the whisper of water against stone.Xander’s shoulders sagged beneath the weight of his own breath, the Alpha’s ring biting cold against the flesh of his hand. Though he had left the cathedral, it clung to him still, not as a place of confinement but as a shadow stitched into his very skin. He could feel the memory of those ch
Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets Chapter Thirty-Nine: Xander's Silence
Meanwhile,the world around him was nothing but iron and echo.Chains hung from the vaulted ceiling like the ribs of some long-dead leviathan, swaying in the cold breath of the cathedral’s stale air. They sang faint, metallic whispers every time they moved – but here, in the hollow of this forsaken place, even sound felt like trespass.Xander knelt in the center, hands bound and head bowed, but the Alpha’s posture was not in defeat - but in surrender to the silence.He wasn’t praying for mercy nor freedom; he was praying to be forgotten."Because if they remember me… they’ll come," he thought, with a sad sigh.The floor beneath him was slick stone, the kind that had tasted too much blood over the centuries. He breathed in the metallic tang, the cold dust of abandoned altars. Above, faint light filtered through broken stained glass, casting fractured saints across his scarred face.Suddenly, a shadow moved between the broken columns, and the silence was interrupted with the crunch of h
Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets Chapter Thirty-Eight: Fang And Flame
The world soon shifted again - not with a sound, but with a silence so heavy it broke the air.They found themselves stepping into a clearing where time had collapsed, a space caught between breath and bruise. Trees rose like fangs around them—black bark slick with memory, their branches whispering with tongues made of ash. The earth beneath was soft with rot, pulsing faintly, as though mourning what it once grew, and Cassius stood at the center.He was shirtless, bruised, bleeding but standing.Before him was himself.. or what wore his face.The doppelgänger was identical in form, but wrong in presence - its eyes burning with something Cassius had never allowed himself to name. Its mouth twisted in a cruel approximation of his calm expression, stretched too wide, too still. Its shadow moved independently, coiling like smoke, its edges serrated with memory-shards.They circled each other like wolves measuring breath, not movement.“You’re not me.” Cassius’s voice was quiet, but firm.
Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Crimson Queen
The next day,The cursed road led them to a hall whispered with the memories of battles that never happened.They entered through a corridor of statues - each one depicting Selene, but twisted through impossible angles, some screaming silently, others kneeling in triumph. No two were the same; their faces flickered subtly as the group passed, as though watching through the fog of time.At the end of that haunted procession, the throne awaited.It stood high above the chamber on a dais of fused bone and petrified flesh, ringed in the remnants of broken blades and snapped spears. The floor beneath their feet pulsed faintly, like the beat of something half-dead, half-dreaming. The light here was wrong - dim but searing, as if the shadows themselves had burned out.Selene sat unmoving at the top of the dais, regal and silent, her body draped in a cloak of feathers blacker than void. The bones beneath her throne had been fused into art - ribcages interlocked like roses, femurs arching up
Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets Chapter Thirty-Six: The Broken World
Evangeline jolted awake with her body already halfway to standing, her breath caught in a scream that refused to leave her throat. For a moment, she couldn’t tell where she was, or if she had ever truly left the dream. Her hands clawed at the air, but the air did not hold. It slipped through her fingers like breathless silk, ungraspable, unnatural. Her heart thundered so violently she thought the sound might rip through the seams of her ribs.The fire Silas had conjured was gone. Its ashes remained, scattered across the floor in a swirling pattern that reminded Evangeline of insect wings and broken music. The walls around them had peeled inward. Once a fragile shelter, the room now stood flayed - its paper-thin surfaces curling at the edges like burnt flesh, revealing cracks in space through which the Unplace bled. Time itself seemed to recoil from the moment, pulling back like a wound resisting sutures.Around her, the others stirred, each of them bearing the same weight in their e
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