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CHAPTER 9 – Broken Vows
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2025-06-26 23:00:25Ethan's POV
The rain had stopped, but the air still reeked of death.I stood at the edge of the hallway, my breath shallow, watching her. Alika. Fragile. Radiant even in fear. The flickering candlelight cast uneven shadows on the wooden floor, warping everything into grotesque shapes. She didn’t see it. Not yet.But I did.Something was reaching for her.A hand—long, grayish, translucent—crept out from beneath the warped floorboards just inches from her bare foot. Its fingers were wrong. Too many knuckles. Nails like splinters. It moved with a dreadful calm, like it knew it had all the time in the world to claim her.“Alika, don’t move.” My voice cracked with urgency, barely masking the horror curling in my throat.She turned to me, eyebrows drawn in confusion. “What? Ethan, what’s wrong?”I took a step forward, slow, controlled—like if I moved too fast, it would pounce.But it was too late.Th
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The Wedding Night Curse CHAPTER 11 – The Bride’s Throne
The moment the heavy double doors creaked open, Alika knew something was terribly wrong.This wasn't the same hall she had walked through days ago. The space felt warped—elongated, darker, filled with shadows that breathed. Crimson light poured from the dozens of tall, black candles arranged in a circle around the center of the room. Their flames twisted unnaturally, as if recoiling from something unseen.The scent of the air struck her like a slap. Dried herbs, melted wax… and blood. A lot of it.Her stomach turned.Ethan’s grip on her wrist was like iron. He didn’t speak as he dragged her across the cold marble floor. His eyes were empty. His jaw clenched tight.“Ethan,” she rasped. “Please. Don’t do this.”Still nothing. He walked like a man in a trance.The throne came into view.Made of blackened wood, ancient and grotesque, it looked more like a sacrificial altar than a seat. Twisting symbols ado
The Wedding Night Curse CHAPTER 10 – The Vow Keeper
Alika's POVDarkness.That was the first thing I felt after the bedroom door slammed shut behind us.Complete. Absolute. Swallowing everything.I stood still, my breathing shallow, my hand still gripping Ethan’s arm like my life depended on it. The darkness pressed against my chest, suffocating, as if the walls of the house were slowly closing in to devour us.“Ethan…” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heart. “We’re not alone in here.”He nodded, though I couldn’t see him. But I could feel him—his warmth, the tension in his body, his shaky breath. He was scared too. But he stood beside me. For me.Then, from the right—Knocks. One. Two. Three.Followed by whispers.Soft. Hoarse. Circling us.> “Fulfill your vow, Ethan… or she becomes ours…”I froze.“We need light…” I muttered, my hands searching along the wall for a switch, an
The Wedding Night Curse CHAPTER 9 – Broken Vows
Ethan's POVThe rain had stopped, but the air still reeked of death.I stood at the edge of the hallway, my breath shallow, watching her. Alika. Fragile. Radiant even in fear. The flickering candlelight cast uneven shadows on the wooden floor, warping everything into grotesque shapes. She didn’t see it. Not yet.But I did.Something was reaching for her.A hand—long, grayish, translucent—crept out from beneath the warped floorboards just inches from her bare foot. Its fingers were wrong. Too many knuckles. Nails like splinters. It moved with a dreadful calm, like it knew it had all the time in the world to claim her.“Alika, don’t move.” My voice cracked with urgency, barely masking the horror curling in my throat.She turned to me, eyebrows drawn in confusion. “What? Ethan, what’s wrong?”I took a step forward, slow, controlled—like if I moved too fast, it would pounce.But it was too late.Th
The Wedding Night Curse CHAPTER 8 – The Ritual Key
Alika's POVThe air was heavier tonight.It wasn’t just the chill anymore. The Blackwell mansion had turned sentient. I could feel it in the way the floorboards creaked without weight, the way every shadow seemed to stretch toward me like it was hungry.I clutched the old grimoire I had stolen from the study—an ancient book bound in dark leather, written in a language that almost seemed to breathe. It had taken me hours to decipher even a few pages, my fingers trembling with each turn as if the ink itself was judging me.But I had finally found something.A way to undo it.The curse.A reverse ritual. A way to sever the Bride’s Bond and escape this nightmare. My blood, willingly given. My body, willingly seated. In the Bride’s Throne. Before midnight of the third night.And tonight… was the third night.I pressed my hand against the page, rereading the phrase over and over:“She who breaks the
The Wedding Night Curse Chapter 07 - The Curse Revealed
Ethan's POVI couldn’t sleep.The mansion had grown too quiet again—like it always did before something happened. The air was still, heavy, as though the house itself was holding its breath. Especially the west wing. That part of the estate had always held secrets I never dared to touch for too long.But tonight, it was calling to me.The brandy in my hand did little to settle the chill that clawed at my spine. The fireplace crackled behind me, its flames licking shadows across the walls of the study. I stared into it, remembering.The dreams had returned. The whispers. The reflection in the mirror that blinked when I didn’t.And now… Alika was hearing them too.She was trying so hard to pretend nothing was wrong. I could see it in the way she brushed her fingers over her collarbone when she thought I wasn’t watching—the exact place the cursed mark always appeared.She thought I didn’t notice.But I did.Because I’d seen it before. On others. On the brides who came before her.Brides
The Wedding Night Curse chapter 06 - The Journal of the First Bride
Alika's POVSomething wasn’t right.The air felt heavier as I walked down the west corridor, each step echoing off the cold stone floor. I wasn’t supposed to be here—this part of the mansion was always locked, always avoided. But tonight, the door had been left ajar.Almost like someone was waiting for me.I hesitated in front of the half-open door. A sliver of darkness stared back at me, quiet and unmoving. My fingers hovered over the knob when I heard it.A voice.Soft. Male. Familiar."Alika..."I froze.Ethan?I turned, but no one was there. Just empty shadows and the hum of an old chandelier swaying above me. My breath caught. I knew Ethan was in the east wing tonight, handling guests from Boston. He couldn't be here.Still, I stepped inside.The room was small—dusty and untouched. Cobwebs clung to the corners, and the musty scent of old wood and forgotten things filled my lungs. In the corner sat a table, draped with a torn lace cloth. On it lay a book, thick and dark, like it h
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