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2026-05-12 09:32:02The first impact shook the entire mountain.
Blackwood House groaned violently as something catastrophic tore through the outer wards surrounding the forest. Windows shattered across the upper floors. Candles reignited all at once in bursts of silver flame.
The creature recoiled instantly, every stolen face beneath its skin twisting in panic.
“No,” it hissed again.
Outside, the woods screamed.
Trees bent violently away from a force moving through them with terrifying speed. Ancient pines splintered like brittle bone while darkness rolled between the trunks in massive waves.
Eleanor struggled upright, clutching her injured shoulder.
The bond on her wrist burned brighter now.
So bright it hurt.
And beneath the pain—
Relief.
Gods, he was here.
Another deafening impact rattled the manor.
This one closer.
The thing in the kitchen shrieked suddenly, scrambling backward across the ceiling like a monstrous spider.
It was trying to flee.
Not hunt.
Flee.
A deep voice echoed through the house.
Not loud.
But impossibly clear.
“Mine.”
The word carried through every wall, every floorboard, every flickering candle flame.
The creature screamed.
Black shadows exploded beneath the doors as something vast and ancient entered the house itself. The temperature plummeted instantly. Frost spread over the shattered windows.
Eleanor’s breath caught in her throat.
Heavy footsteps approached slowly through the hall.
Measured.
Deliberate.
Not rushed.
Which was somehow far more terrifying.
The creature trembled violently above her.
Then the kitchen doorway darkened.
Alaric stood there.
Rainwater dripped from his black coat onto the floorboards. Wind howled behind him through the open front door while shadows twisted around his body like living things desperate to touch him.
His silver eyes locked onto Eleanor first.
Always her first.
The rage in them dimmed instantly.
He crossed the room in seconds.
Large hands cupped her face carefully, gently, despite the darkness writhing around him like restrained violence.
“You’re hurt.”
His voice softened on the words.
Eleanor shook her head quickly despite the ache in her shoulder. “I’m fine.”
A lie.
His gaze dropped briefly to the bruising already forming beneath her collarbone.
The shadows around him moved violently.
Then slowly, he turned toward the creature still clinging to the ceiling.
And Eleanor felt the entire house recoil.
The spirit tried to speak.
“No—we only wanted—”
“You entered my home.”
Alaric’s voice remained horrifyingly calm.
The creature began trembling harder.
“You frightened my wife.”
Silver runes ignited across his throat and hands in blazing light.
The thing suddenly dropped from the ceiling and tried to flee toward the hallway—
It never made it.
Darkness erupted from beneath Alaric’s feet like jaws.
The creature screamed as shadows wrapped around its limbs, crushing bone that wasn’t truly bone. The faces trapped beneath its skin began shrieking too.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
Eleanor flinched.
Not because she feared him.
Never him.
But because she remembered what he truly was.
The creature writhed violently against the magic binding it.
“We were called—”
Alaric tilted his head slightly.
“By whom?”
The spirit convulsed.
Its mouths stretched unnaturally wide.
Then suddenly—
It smiled.
And Eleanor’s stomach dropped.
“Not by whom,” it whispered.
“By what.”
The entire house fell silent.
Even Alaric stilled.
The creature’s smile widened grotesquely.
“The Hollow King remembers his son.”
Darkness exploded through the kitchen.
Every candle died instantly.
The shadows restraining the spirit shattered apart as an overwhelming pressure slammed through Blackwood House like a tidal wave.
Eleanor cried out.
Alaric moved instantly.
One arm wrapped around her waist while the other carved glowing symbols through the air. Ancient wards ignited around them just as something massive struck the house from outside.
The walls cracked.
The forest screamed.
And somewhere deep beneath the manor—
Something ancient woke up.
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