บททั้งหมดของ His Hunger, My Curse : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The darkness was absolute.Lena tumbled through the void, her body weightless, her screams swallowed by the suffocating silence. Cold fingers still gripped her wrist, dragging her deeper, deeper into the Rift. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t break free.Then—suddenly—the pressure vanished.She crashed onto solid ground, the impact knocking the air from her lungs. The darkness receded slightly, shifting into something less absolute. Shadows swirled around her like living things, pulsing with a strange rhythm, a heartbeat that wasn’t hers.Lena pushed herself up, wincing. The ground beneath her was smooth and black, stretching endlessly in all directions. The air was thick, humming with energy.She wasn’t alone.A figure stood in front of her.Tall, draped in flowing black robes that billowed despite the stillness. Their face was obscured by a silver mask, their hands hidden beneath long sleeves.The same presence she had felt

The world snapped back into focus with a rush of air and blinding light.Lena staggered as she and the others tumbled through the portal, hitting solid ground. The cold, oppressive weight of the Rift vanished, replaced by the crisp night air and the scent of earth. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe—her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of the power she had claimed.Cassian’s arms were around her before she could fall. “Easy,” he murmured, steadying her. “You’re back.”Back.She lifted her gaze, her breath catching. They were standing in the ruins of the old temple, the same place they had been before the Rift had swallowed them whole. The night sky stretched above them, moonlight illuminating the cracked stone and twisted remnants of the Rift’s influence.Dorian groaned as he pushed himself up, brushing dirt off his jacket. “That was the worst trip I’ve ever taken, and I once fell into a cursed lake.”Idris exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “We survived. That’

The palace doors yawned open, a gaping maw of darkness swallowing the moonlight. A sickly chill crawled over Lena’s skin as she took a step forward, Cassian at her side, his grip tightening around his sword. Dorian and Idris flanked them, their expressions grim.The masked figure didn’t move, their presence as still as a statue. Only their voice carried through the ruined halls, thick with something ancient and knowing.“You can feel it, can’t you?” They tilted their head toward Lena. “The Rift sings for you.”A pulse of energy throbbed beneath her ribs, responding to the call. She clenched her fists, shoving the feeling down. “The only thing I feel is the need to end this.”The figure laughed, a sound that echoed eerily. “End this? Oh, child, you still don’t understand.” They spread their arms, gesturing to the ruined palace. “This was never about war. This was about balance. You’ve tipped the scales, Lena. You think you’ve won just because you made it back?”The shadows along the wa

The realization sat heavy in Lena’s chest. The Rift wasn’t gone. It was lurking, waiting, biding its time beneath the surface. She stared down at the unconscious man, his body still twitching, his breath shallow. The black veins that marred his skin pulsed faintly, as though something inside him was still alive. Cassian’s hand found her arm, grounding her. “Lena… what did you see?” She swallowed, forcing herself to steady her voice. “It’s not over.” Dorian let out a sharp breath. “Of course it’s not. Why would we ever catch a break?” Idris crouched beside the fallen man, his fingers hovering over the corrupted veins. A flicker of magic passed between them, and his brow furrowed. “It’s weak… but it’s still there. The Rift’s influence hasn’t disappeared entirely. It’s just—” He hesitated, his jaw tightening. “Sleeping.” A chill crawled up Lena’s spine. Cassian cursed under his breath. “Then we have a problem.” The city had barely begun to recover. The people were holding on by

The cavern walls no longer pulsed with dark energy. The air, once thick with malice, now hung heavy with silence. Lena could still feel the remnants of her magic flickering through her veins, the aftershocks of the battle leaving her drained.Cassian hadn't let go of her hand. His grip was firm, steady—a grounding force in the wake of chaos.Dorian ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "Well, that was fun. Who wants to do it again?"Idris shot him a glare before kneeling beside the fallen man’s body. He pressed two fingers to the man’s throat, waiting, searching.Lena already knew.“He’s gone,” she whispered.Idris nodded grimly. “The Rift used him until there was nothing left.”A sick feeling curled in Lena’s stomach. This man—whoever he had been—had been alive before the Rift took him. A vessel, a shell, but still human.And now, because of them, he was dead.Cassian shifted beside her. “It wasn’t your fault.”She swallowed hard, not sure if she believed that.Dorian crouch