All Chapters of Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

This time we were quieter than usual. The air in the cabin was thick with despair, a heavy silence that weighed on us all. Everyone seemed resigned to the idea that we might never escape this place. As I paced the length of the cabin, my thoughts raced."Can anyone please ask her to sit down?" Lincoln said, frustration evident in his tone as he stared at everyone."I'm sorry!" I said, finally sitting down in the corner. After a moment, I began, "I was just thinking… Jade is probably the oldest of us all. She must know what happened to this place! Because if there are other Lycans out there in our actual time, and Lincoln's story got out through Luna, then Lincoln must have escaped this place!" I looked at everyone as I continued, "And I realized we've forgotten about Luna. Where did she go? What did they do to her?" My eyebrows furrowed, my expression tense."Jade, tell us, how do we get out of here?" I looked at her with hope in my eyes.Jade sighed, looking disappointed. "Yes, it is

In the morning, Jade used her spells to conjure suitable outfits for us, blending modern style with a touch of the macabre. She skillfully fashioned Victoria’s hair into an elegant updo reminiscent of an older era. Victoria wore a sea-green gown, its intricate lace and dark, shimmering accents giving it an elegant beauty. A matching sea-green hat with a delicate veil of netting fell over one eye, adding a mysterious allure to her appearance.Dominic wore a dark, elegantly tailored suit with subtle crimson embroidery along the cuffs and collar. The suit’s sleek design and his natural charm made him look like a figure from a gothic novel, ready to captivate any audience with his presence.When I emerged from behind the trees, I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Jade. “Seriously? Titanic?” I remarked, noticing my gown was an exact replica of Rose’s dress from the ball scene.“I mean, they have to get their inspiration from somewhere!” Victoria shrugged with a playful grin.“Either ch

Jade’s words left her thinking, a plea wrapped in undeniable truth. Her expression, her body language, everything about her was so convincing, so sincere, that even Viviana found herself moved. She hesitated, then slowly nodded, the firmness in her eyes softening. “You could have convinced me with a good bottle of wine, Jade. Why go through all the trouble of explaining so much? Especially when you know I serve the Darklord?” Her tone was curious, demanding, as she tilted her head slightly, studying Jade. Jade met her gaze evenly. “I’ve already answered that, Viviana. I’m your friend, and I want to save you from the pain of that loss. I want to help you before it’s too late.” Her voice was gentle, but the hidden message was clear. She wanted to protect Viviana, not just from the past but from the future as well. Viviana fell silent, her eyes widening as she processed Jade’s words. The room seemed to hold its breath, the tension visible as everyone waited for her response. Finally, V

Even from a distance, the sound of her voice was enough to make my heart twist painfully in my chest, as if some unseen force was trying to rip it out.It was a feeling of pure evil, something so vile that it threatened to consume me entirely.I forced myself to focus on the horrifying scene playing out before us. Evan’s body, once still and lifeless, began to rise from the pool, levitating in mid-air as if caught in the grip of some unseen hand.The dark waters stir beneath him, the light from the sky flickering wildly, failing to pierce the darkness that clung to the water like a shroud. The ritual was nearing its climax, and we were powerless to stop it.My heart began to slow, each beat a thunderous thud that echoed in my chest, getting louder with each passing second. It was as if the entire world could hear it, an intense drumbeat of fear and urgency.I fought against the invisible forces trying to hold me back, but my eyes remained fixed on Evan, his body suspended unnaturally

It pierced the air like a cry of torment, shaking the very ground beneath us. The sound was raw, primal, and filled with so much pain that it seemed to echo the anguish of the earth itself.“You forgot who created the werewolves!” he playfully smiled, stepping back with slow steps, his arms wide open as if to embrace the darkness itself.From beyond the veil, a shadowy figure emerged, and with it came a low, guttural growl that echoed through the air.It was a wolf that appeared—large, terrifying, its eyes burning with a bloodthirsty hunger. “This is Deuce, my loyal servant. She despises anyone who dares to threaten me,” he said, his voice dripping with twisted pride. “But don’t worry—she won’t lay a claw on you. She knows I hold you dear.”He turned away from me, his back stiff with pride, only to spin back around with a dramatic flourish. “But your friends, on the other hand…” His voice trailed off into a cruel chuckle, his words more like a death sentence.Deuce stood still for a m