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Chapter 73 – The Bone Crown
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2025-07-14 15:06:29
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Alika’s POV…before I could speak his name—the altar floor cracked.And from the chasm below, a hand reached up.Cold.Male.And a voice followed, faint but piercing:“Don’t.”The ceiling of the altar crumbled with it, as if the ground itself had been holding its breath. A red dust filled the air like blood mist, catching in my throat. I collapsed to my knees, the stone biting into my skin.He stood frozen—Ethan, or what claimed to be him. One hand still outstretched toward me, caught mid-motion like a broken statue. He didn’t move.But something was moving below.A pulse.A glow.My hand, trembling, reached toward the jagged fissure. The spirits hissed around me, trying to pull me back, but they were slow—or maybe uncertain. I slipped through the crack before they could stop me. The ground gave way. I fell.Fell through nothingness, through a silence that pressed against my ribs until I thought they’d crack. I closed my eyes and let the void take me.When I opened them again, I was
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The air inside the Mirror Altar didn’t move. It didn’t breathe. It only pulsed.Ethan stood at the edge of the obsidian floor, his form flickering between shadow and substance. He no longer belonged to the living—but wasn’t entirely dead either. He was caught in-between, half-spirit, half-memory, adrift in a place where time had thinned.The altar had let him through only because it no longer recognized his heartbeat.Or maybe… because it still remembered his blood.The walls surrounding him weren’t made of stone anymore. They were mirrors—layers of endless reflections of himself staring back. Some younger, some older, some with hollow eyes or mouths stitched shut. Not one of them looked whole.None of them were truly him.His physical body was elsewhere—sealed, fading. If he didn’t act now, he wouldn’t be able to return.He moved slowly, careful not to stare too long at the mirrors. The altar was alive. It fed on guilt, on hesitation—and Ethan Blackwell had more than enough of both.
The Wedding Night Curse Chapter 74 – The Night Child
Alika’s POVAt first, there was only darkness.Not ordinary darkness. This felt like the space before light was ever made. No sky. No floor. No body. Just a drifting consciousness, floating weightlessly in a void.I didn’t know if I was still alive. Or if this was death without end. But slowly, something began to grow in that emptiness. A pressure. A pain. Not from wounds, but from deep inside. Like something was forming in a place that should have been hollow.Then I heard it.A heartbeat. Not mine. But too close. Way too close.It pulsed inside what used to be my body, and then came the urge—the weight, the pressure. My belly tightened as if something inside me was alive and ready to come out.I tried to scream, but my voice dissolved into this space. Even my thoughts didn’t feel entirely my own. My body stretched and pulled like cracks forming in my soul.The pain came in waves. Not just physical. D
The Wedding Night Curse Chapter 73 – The Bone Crown
Alika’s POVThey didn’t touch me with human hands.Those hands were cold, slick like wet roots, creeping from the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. They came in silence, surrounding me in a tight circle. I knew I had to fight back—I knew this wasn’t a dream, nor a delusion. But my body was frozen. Not because of fear. But because they touched parts of me that were invisible.The wedding spirits.They didn’t speak. They didn’t offer any warnings. They simply… bowed their heads. One by one, they crept out from the shadows, wearing tattered wedding gowns, some still bound with the sacrifice threads that had never been severed. In their eyes was darkness that couldn’t be explained. And an agreement that couldn’t be undone.They brought the crown.No longer the crown of blood. But something older. More ancient. Made of bone wrapped in human hair and shattered jade fragments. It fit perfectly on my head, as if it had been made f
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Alika stood in the center of a burning red circle, as if the earth itself was opening up to welcome something that should’ve stayed buried. Her evening gown was torn in several places, her cheeks smeared with dust and dried blood, but her gaze stayed sharp—steady, cold, and unflinching.The crown was already on her head.Not a crown of royalty or honor. This was made of flesh and blackened metal, its thorned tendrils burrowing into her scalp. Drops of blood slid slowly down her temple, but she didn’t flinch. Didn’t resist. She stood still. Accepting.From the shadows above, Anindya watched it all.She was no longer human. Not even a typical ghost. But a soul suspended between dimensions—trapped in the border between the spirit world and the living. She could see the living, but not touch them. Not speak. Only watch. And regret.Her fists clenched. Her cries were silent across all realms.“Alika… don’t…”Bu
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