Library
Search
Home / Mystery/Thriller / The Wedding Night Curse / Chapter 48 – The Seventh Floor

Share

Chapter 48 – The Seventh Floor

Author: Asmara_Nyx
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-06 22:50:16

Alika's POV

The Blackwell Manor had only ever had three floors.

At least, that was what I had always been told.

The ground floor—where the decaying chandeliers hung and dust veiled every portrait. The second—where the bedrooms lay like mausoleums, holding dreams that belonged to the dead. The third—locked, supposedly empty, supposedly abandoned.

But tonight, the house… changed.

And I felt it in my bones.

Something deep beneath the layers of stone and timber had awakened. A shiver rippled through the corridors. My steps no longer echoed as they should have. Walls stretched just a little longer. Shadows curled and thickened. The air was heavier. Tighter.

I should have run.

But I couldn’t.

Because Ethan was missing.

And I had heard a voice—a woman’s voice—calling from beyond the stairs. Whispering my name like a lullaby wrapped in smoke.

Alika.

You’ve come so far, littl
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter
Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Latest chapter

  • The Wedding Night Curse   CHAPTER 65 – Tears in the Wedding Room

    Alika’s POVThe air around me felt hollow. Moonlight streamed in through a cracked window, casting an eerie bluish glow on Ethan’s face as his body hovered inches above the floor. Dark veins snaked along his neck and arms, as if something from within the manor was crawling into him, claiming him.His lips moved. A final breath escaped:“I vow…”“NO!” I screamed, rushing toward him, but the air thickened. The walls of the ballroom moved like a living thing—breathing in and out slowly. Around me, the shattered mirrors began to repair themselves… but not to reflect us.They showed something else.Shadows. Hundreds of brides. Lifeless bodies dancing to a melody only they could hear. And among them… that bride figure. Me—or something wearing my face—still standing tall, silver eyes glowing, arms outstretched as if welcoming the world.In the mirror behind Ethan, I saw my own trembling hands. But something

  • The Wedding Night Curse   CHAPTER 64 – SHADOW THAT WATCHES

    Behind the mirror, Alika’s reflection smiled. But it wasn’t her smile.Mrs. Whitmore stood frozen in the west corridor of the manor, her breath catching. She couldn’t see what Alika and Ethan were seeing inside the ballroom—but she felt something. A ripple through the old bones of the house. A murmur in her blood, as if a long-dead voice whispered:> "The girl is too close to the truth."Her shoulders tensed.In her hands, she clutched an old leather-bound journal. The pages were yellowed, delicate, barely held together. She had found it hidden behind a false wall in the northern library, sealed inside a wooden box with wax sigils and the mark of a realm between the living and the dead.The name on the front page made her blood run cold.> Eleanor Vale-Blackwell.Alika’s mother.Mrs. Whitmore sank onto the only intact chair in the dusty archive room. She lit a single candle. The flame flickered—not from wind, but from something else. Something watching.She began to read.---October

  • The Wedding Night Curse   CHAPTER 63 – Between Two Worlds

    Alika’s POVI was still spinning.My feet touched the cold floor, my black gown trailing behind like a mist. But the world around me… was no longer the same.The music had stopped. But the echo of my footsteps still hung in the air, coming from nowhere. The air thickened—its hue shifting to a sickly green, like the color of river water hiding something dead beneath. When I stopped, the mirrors along the walls no longer reflected my image… they reflected another world.I could see everything.The real world—the dusty floors, the cracked ceiling, the old table covered in extinguished candles. But beside it, like a thin veil yet to be lifted, stood another realm. A realm moving with a breathless chill. The spirit world.And they… were everywhere.Brides. Slowly walking along the walls. Some sitting on the stairs. Some staring blankly at the ceiling. Their dresses were tattered, some stained with blood, others so white they hurt to look at. Their faces weren’t grotesque like folklore ghos

  • The Wedding Night Curse   CHAPTER 62 – Dance of the Locked Soul

    Alika's POVHis footsteps still echoed in my head. That smile. The way he said my name—like a whisper torn from the cracked vaults of time. But when I opened my eyes…I was already in the old hall.The floor was faded gray marble, thin cracks spreading like veins on aged skin. The walls were tall, dressed in peeling red wallpaper, lined with long mirrors in tarnished gold frames.I had no idea how I got here. But what terrified me more was this:I was dancing.My feet turned, the hem of the long gown billowing with every step. My arms rose as if pulled by invisible strings. I was breathless… but my body didn’t care. It kept moving—swaying, spinning, leaping, bowing—with no control.“I don’t want to dance,” I thought. But my fingers remained gracefully extended, my steps stayed in rhythm.The old black gown I wore felt heavy against my body. Its velvet soaked up each movement, yet made me feel more entangled in the rhythm—like the fabric itself was alive, and I was merely a puppet caug

  • The Wedding Night Curse   Chapter 61 – The Dress Without a Shadow

    Alika's POVI didn’t know what brought me back to that basement room—perhaps curiosity, or maybe the faint whispers that had been guiding my steps since that dream. My hand trembled as it touched the rusted iron handle, and the moment the door creaked open, the scent of damp earth, dust, and withered roses hit me like a memory I never lived.In the center of the room stood a mannequin. Draped over it was a black wedding dress that shimmered like living midnight. But what made my chest tighten in dread… was the absence of any shadow beneath it.My heart pounded as I stepped closer. I reached out with trembling fingers.“This dress...” I whispered. This wasn’t ordinary fabric. It wasn’t made for ordinary people.The moment I touched it, the world went still.The dress clung to me like memory, warm and familiar, like an embrace from someone long dead. I didn’t remember deciding to put it on, but suddenly, it was wrapped around my body. It fit too perfectly. Like it had been waiting.Then

  • The Wedding Night Curse   CHAPTER 60 – The Second Gate

    Ethan's POVI should’ve walked away.I should’ve burned the altar and buried the bones of this cursed bloodline before it swallowed her too.But Alika wasn’t just a name in an ancient contract.She wasn’t just the heir of betrayal, or the bride of the forgotten.She was mine.And I was losing her—one mirror at a time.---When I found her body collapsed in the center of our room, surrounded by black rose petals and glass dust, I thought I was too late.Her eyes were open, but they weren’t hers.Her breath was shallow.And in the center of her chest… that wound pulsed again—bleeding darkness.But not outward.Inward.Pulling her into something only she could see.Or maybe… something only I could follow.---I carried her to the altar.The real altar. The first one. The one carved from obsidian beneath the Holl

More Chapters

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status