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Chapter 150: The Witch in the Wind
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My Hatred, My Soulmate Chapter 155: The Beast Within the Walls
SERENA'S POVThe fear coursing through us is electric, alive, and uncontrollable—a living entity slithering between the three of us like a current. It slides down my spine like ice water, coiling in the pit of my stomach and anchoring my lungs with invisible weights. Luna, Cassidy, and I look at each other with matching wide-eyed terror, our faces drained of color in the warm lamplight. None of us speak. We don't need to. Our expressions say everything that words cannot—the primal, instinctive recognition that danger lurks nearby, prowling closer with each passing second.Mom closes the heavy oak door softly behind her, the gentle click of the latch somehow more ominous than a slam. Her voice maintains a practiced calm, but urgency vibrates beneath each syllable like a taut wire. "Girls, listen to me carefully," she says, her gaze moving deliberately between us. "Don't let it get to your heads. The fear—don't let it paralyze you. Everything is going to be fine. The vampire guards are
My Hatred, My Soulmate Chapter 154: Girls, Secrets, and the Sound of Fear
SERENA'S POVAfter dinner, I lead Luna and Cassidy back to my room, our footsteps echoing softly down the hallway like whispers against marble. The mansion feels quieter than usual tonight—eerily so—as if the very walls are holding their breath in anticipation. The tension that has been building in the air hasn't dissipated since my dad made that final, grave call, tripling the security detail and placing me under what feels like an invisible lockdown. The weight of it all hangs heavy around my shoulders, a cloak I cannot seem to shed.I've told them repeatedly—practically begged them—that they don't have to stay. That I'll be fine on my own. That the guards are literally crawling all over this place, armed and vigilant, their eyes scanning every shadow.But Cassidy just rolls her eyes, exasperation painted clearly across her features. "You're kidding, right?" she says for the third time tonight, her voice laced with stubborn loyalty. "We're not leaving you, Serena. Not now. Not ever.
My Hatred, My Soulmate Chapter 153: Silence, Secrets, and Surveillance
SERENA'S POV"I agree."The words slip out of my mouth before I even have a chance to reconsider them, before my usual defiance can rise to the surface and take control. They fall heavy into the quiet room, landing with an almost audible thud, as if I've just dropped a massive boulder onto the polished mahogany dinner table, shattering the fine china and crystal glasses in its wake.The reaction from everyone around me is immediate and unmistakable.Cassidy chokes slightly on her cranberry juice, coughing delicately into her napkin before blinking at me with wide, disbelieving eyes, as if I just confessed to a heinous murder in casual conversation. Luna's silver fork pauses mid-air, frozen in limbo between her half-empty plate and slightly parted lips, vegetables forgotten as shock registers across her features. Even Mom's expression turns completely unreadable, her normally expressive eyes narrowing slightly as she studies my face with the intense scrutiny of someone trying to confir
My Hatred, My Soulmate Chapter 152: The Cage of Safety
SERENA'S POVThe weight of it all feels unbearable, crushing down on my shoulders like an invisible mountain determined to grind me into dust.I sit in silence on my bed, staring at nothing in particular, my arms folded tightly around myself like they're the only fragile barrier holding me together, preventing me from shattering into a thousand irretrievable pieces. Morgana's haunting words play over and over in my head like a broken record, each repetition carving deeper grooves into my consciousness: "You are not normal… there's a goddess inside you… she's waking up…"And maybe… maybe she's right.No. She is right. The certainty of it sends chills racing down my spine.The undeniable fact that every supernatural creature seems to be crawling out of the shadows just to get a taste of me—to claim whatever power flows through my veins—is proof enough. No one hunts someone insignificant with such desperate hunger. And if all these beings are so determined to find me, touch me, destroy m
My Hatred, My Soulmate Chapter 151: The Weight of Silence
SERENA'S POVI lie on my bed, tucked beneath a mountain of blankets that feel both protective and suffocating, the evening light seeping weakly through the half-drawn curtains, casting long, melancholy shadows across my room. The space smells faintly of cinnamon—Cassidy's favorite perfume—and warm cotton from freshly laundered sheets, but the familiar scent brings me no comfort today. Not when my heart feels like it's being torn to shreds with every breath I take.Cassidy and Luna sit on either side of me, their presence steady as ancient pillars, their touches gentle as butterfly wings against my skin. Cassidy's fingers stroke through my tangled hair with practiced tenderness, while Luna sits with one warm hand resting reassuringly on my knee. Both of them are trying everything they know to calm the violent storm of emotions swirling inside me, a tempest I can barely contain.They keep exchanging glances over me—quick, worried looks that silently scream *we need to talk to her*. The
My Hatred, My Soulmate Chapter 150: The Witch in the Wind
DAMON'S POV I can't breathe.I sit rigid in the library, fists clenched tight against the polished wooden table until my knuckles turn alabaster white, eyes staring blankly at the open book in front of me. The elaborate text—black ink on yellowed parchment—blurs and swims beneath my unfocused gaze, but it doesn't matter—I'm not reading them. I haven't been for the past thirty minutes. My mind exists elsewhere, trapped in a labyrinth of fears and suspicions that grow with each passing second.There's only one thought clawing through the tangled mess of my mind, echoing with each painful beat of my heart.Serena.Serena… and that thing I saw that night—the creature wearing her skin like an ill-fitting garment.My chest tightens painfully as vivid flashes of memory invade my thoughts without mercy: the night we were attacked—the witches and warlocks cloaked in darkness, their faces hidden beneath hoods of midnight fabric, chanting a ritual that twisted the very air around us, warping re
My Hatred, My Soulmate Chapter 149: Cracks in the Silence
SERENA'S POV It doesn't take long before Morgana releases me, and just like that, I'm back.The corridor comes into view as if someone pressed rewind on a VHS tape—back to normal, as though the last otherworldly conversation didn't just tear my reality in half. I blink rapidly, disoriented, trying to ground myself in the sudden shift. The warm amber glow of the school lights bathes everything in false serenity, the distant chatter of oblivious students echoes against lockers, and the chemical scent of freshly waxed floors fills my nostrils—it's all exactly the same as before. But I'm not. I've been irrevocably changed, marked by knowledge that weighs on me like lead.Cassidy and Luna stand a few feet away, staring at me with expressions that suggest I've just materialized from thin air. Their familiar faces now seem like anchors to a reality I'm no longer sure I fully belong to.Luna's eyes narrow with quiet concern, her intuition obviously picking up the subtle shift in my demeanor.
My Hatred, My Soulmate Chapter 148: The Forbidden Threshold
The corridor feels endless, a labyrinthine descent into darkness that seems designed to test her resolve with each excruciating step. Damp stone walls press in from all sides like watchful guardians, slick with ancient moisture and marked with symbols of warning she deliberately ignores. The air hums with thick, suffocating magic—viscous and oppressive—making each breath a conscious effort as if she's drowning in power rather than oxygen. Isabella's polished leather boots scrape against the cracked, uneven floor with each determined step, the sound echoing off the walls like whispered warnings as she pushes deeper into the forbidden heart of the coven. For fifteen agonizing minutes, she's walked this dark, twisted path, feeling the weight of centuries pressing down upon her shoulders, and now—finally—she stands before her destination.At the end of the tunnel stands the door.Not a mere barrier, but a statement of absolute prohibition. A massive structure of obsidian and enchanted iro
My Hatred, My Soulmate Chapter 147: The Price of Power
Isabella stands her ground, eyes narrowed to glittering slits, jaw clenched so tightly that a muscle pulses visibly beneath her pale skin. The dim, enchanted torchlight plays treacherous shadows across her face, deepening the feral fire behind her storm-gray gaze. She stares at the witch in front of her with calculated defiance carved into every inch of her posture—shoulders squared, spine rigid, chin lifted—as if daring the older woman to make even the slightest move against her.The witch's long silver hair shimmers faintly in the shifting magical air of the coven's ancient hallway, each strand seemingly alive with its own inner luminescence. Her eyes glow a brilliant, unwavering emerald green that pierces through the shadows like twin beacons of warning. The polished obsidian floor beneath them reflects their standoff in distorted, wavering forms, as if the very ground fears what might happen next."You're making a grave mistake," the witch warns, her voice like low thunder rolling
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