All Chapters of Fated In Darkness: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Adrian The flight to Ashberge was quick—too quick for anyone in that cursed house to know what was coming for them. We didn’t waste a second once we landed. Straight from the airstrip to the Abbots’ estate, the looming silhouette of their home already bathed in darkness. “I’ll go in first,” I said as we stepped out into the cool night air. “Wait for my signal, but stay hidden.” Carson spoke up. “I need to make a call to my father.” One brow lifted. “Why?” “He said he’s on his way… with warriors.” I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. Low. Sharp. “I’ll be finished before they get here.” Turning to the others, I laid out the rest. “Eliminate anything that tries to escape the building once I’m inside. We don’t need any survivors running their mouths.” Dimitri’s gaze locked on mine. “And the Abbots?” I paused, letting the silence stretch just enough to make the air colder. “I’m going to eliminate everyone in that house,” I said, voice flat, detached. “And I’m going to make a

AdrianThe fledglings were everywhere.Too many.Almost as if this place was their breeding ground. Whatever Charles had signed with Dragomir… it had been costly. And it wasn’t over.There was no reason to let this drag out.I stepped into the fray, my power already simmering under my skin. One lunged at me—a blur of teeth and claws—and I caught it mid-strike, driving my hand straight through its chest. My fingers closed around its heart, still beating in my palm, before I ripped it free.The others hesitated for a fraction of a second. That was all I needed.I didn’t bother focusing on every individual strike. My senses reached outward, threading through the chaos, separating foe from ally—marking Dimitri, Lancly, and Carson as untouchable. Everyone else?Fair game.When the pattern was locked in my mind, I let it loose.The air shifted—thickened—as my power poured into every enemy on the field. They froze mid-motion, muscles locking under an unseen weight. Blood began to seep from t

Natalie Going to the dinner without Adrian weighed on me. It wasn’t just the idea of sitting in a room with Lady Margaret and Lord Alexei, it was my mother. Her reaction. The moment the truth might land. Would she go still, retreat inward? Or would she break down in a way I wouldn’t be able to fix? I didn’t know. And I wasn’t eager to find out. But there was no avoiding it. I chose something simple, black dress, soft fabric, nothing that would draw more attention than necessary, and followed the maid who came to fetch me. Her quiet steps echoed in the hall, and every one of mine felt heavier than the last. When we reached the lounge, the first thing I noticed was Lord Alexei. Regal, composed, an unreadable presence in the corner. Across from him, Lady Margaret sat with my mother. They were talking easily, the low murmur of their voices blending with the faint clink of porcelain and the soft crackle from the fireplace. My mother didn’t look apprehensive like she had when she firs

Natalie “Mom,” I said, and my voice cracked. The pressure in my chest was almost unbearable. Tears were already threatening, but I had to get the words out. “They weren’t curing your cancer,” I whispered. She blinked at me, confusion tightening her brow. “They were… experimenting on you,” I said slowly, each word like a stone in my mouth. “An illegal, unapproved experiment. And I believe Uncle Michael signed you up for it, on purpose, as his ‘contribution’ to their cause.” Her eyes widened, a flicker of fear breaking through her composure. I reached for her hand, gripping it tight, my tears finally spilling over. “I love you, Mom. I won’t be angry with you no matter what you decide to do… but I need you to know that no matter what happens, I’ll be here. We can get through this, together. We have help now. But please… please don’t shut down on me. Don’t freak out.” Because deep down, I was terrified. Terrified she might choose death over what was coming. That they’d have to take

Dimitri“I see…” I said slowly. “Then I’ll speak with Lancly. We’ll find the best way to put him to sleep. We can’t move on Dragomir until we’ve figured that part out. And it means we’ll have to wake some of the elders, have the numbers for the ceremony.”I forced myself to think past the fear and the weight of what Adrian had just revealed. Practicality first. Survival first.Adrian gave a single, silent nod, and that was the end of the conversation.We picked up our pace, the wind cutting cold around us. When we reached the mansion, the scene stopped me cold.Lancly’s face was tight with fury. Carson stood off to the side, still as stone.“They didn’t go in,” Lancly said.“What happened?” I asked, scanning the grounds.“Ethan attacked the mansion,” Lancly said grimly. “Lucian said it was a fight they weren’t prepared for.”My eyes narrowed. “Why…”Then I turned to Adrian. “Isn’t Ethan your Dhampir?”“Yes,” I admitted, “but he’s also Michael’s driver and bodyguard. We assign Dhampirs