All Chapters of My Hatred, My Soulmate : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

SERENA'S POVThe whispers have stopped abruptly, leaving behind a vacuum of sound that feels more threatening than the voices themselves.But the air still trembles with unease, the silence pressing against my skin like invisible fingers searching for weakness. I can feel the weight of it—the kind of oppressive stillness that sinks into your bones and settles there, making you feel like you're the only thing left alive in a world that's suddenly forgotten how to breathe. The quiet has substance, a presence that fills my lungs with each desperate inhale.The hallway stretches before me, unnaturally... still. No footsteps echoing against marble. No distant chatter of students. No subtle humming of electricity through the walls. Just an eerie stillness, like time itself has forgotten to move forward, caught between one moment and the next in perpetual suspension.I blink rapidly, my pulse quickening to a frantic rhythm as I spin around in place, eyes darting to every corner, every shadow

SERENA'S POVI remain kneeling on the moss-covered forest floor, unmoving as a statue carved from vulnerable flesh. The stillness of the world around me feels unreal, almost surreal in its completeness, like time itself has paused to let me breathe—yet breathing feels like the hardest thing to do right now. My lungs seem to have forgotten their purpose, contracting painfully with each shallow intake of air. Every word she said still echoes in my mind like a riddle I can't solve, fragments of truth too enormous to fully comprehend.A reincarnated being.A goddess soul inside me.Power that could change everything.The weight of it all presses down on my shoulders with crushing force, and I lower my gaze to the earth beneath me, watching how the luminescent moss pulses with gentle light between my trembling fingers. I'm trying desperately to make sense of what I've just been told, to find some logical framework that can hold these impossible revelations.She stands there, silent and cal

SERENA'S POVI squeeze my eyes shut, hard, like maybe I can trap the tears behind my lashes. But they're relentless—rising, burning, stinging against my closed eyelids like acid. One escapes anyway, slipping down my cheek like a drop of betrayal, leaving a trail of cold fire against my heated skin."I can't do this," I whisper, voice cracking under the weight of the truth pressing against my chest. The words hang in the damp air of the cave, fragile and raw.The pain is already here, gnawing at the edges of my resolve. Just the thought of being separated from Damon feels like someone dropped a hundred-pound stone on my chest. It's crushing. Suffocating. I feel like I'm choking on it. My breath shortens, coming in ragged gasps that barely fill my lungs. My limbs go rigid, muscles locking as if preparing for impact, and my heart... it feels like it's being yanked in two, each half desperately clinging to stay whole."I can't do this," I say again, louder this time, backing away from her

Isabella sits motionless in the farthest chamber of the coven, the darkness around her pulsing like a living thing—expanding, contracting, breathing with malevolent curiosity. The ancient walls breathe with enchantments centuries old, their spells meticulously etched into obsidian stone and coated in velvet-soft mossy age that whispers secrets of forgotten power. Dim light flickers from a lone enchanted lantern suspended above her—its azure glow barely touching the corners of the room, letting shadows stretch like hungry claws across the worn stone floor, reaching for her as if sensing her vulnerability.Her body trembles faintly, not from fear—never fear—but from the raw, unfiltered pain still surging through her bones like molten metal seeking escape. She curls her fingers inward, wincing as the memory comes back in full force, flooding her consciousness with exquisite agony. That moment—that blinding, shattering moment—when Serena unleashed something so terrifying, so primal, so fu

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