All Chapters of Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The city was soaked in neon and stormlight the night everything changed.Evangeline Cross had just left St. Mercia’s Neurological Institute, her final shift as a resident finally behind her. The weight of the title, Doctor Cross, still felt foreign on her shoulders, like a coat she hadn’t broken in yet. It should’ve felt victorious; but at the moment, all she felt was exhaustion.She walked with long, purposeful strides, black slacks clinging to her legs in the damp breeze, her gray button-down still tucked in with surgical precision. Her chin-length bob, jet-black and razor-straight, clung to the sides of her face. Moonlight caught on her mahogany skin, and her sharp gray eyes flicked upward as thunder rumbled in the distance.At twenty-seven, she was tall, poised, and unapologetically serious - a woman sculpted by science, sleepless nights, and ambition. There was an intensity in her posture, the kind that made people move out of her way without knowing why.She had just brought out

Evangeline didn’t wait to argue as she turned and ran. Her heels pounded the concrete with sharp, echoing cracks, as though each step was cracking open the skin of the earth itself. Her breath came in sharp bursts, eyes darting across the dim garage as shadows lengthened and warped around her.Behind her, those shadows hissed as they missed.The garage began to change; at least, it felt like it. The air thickened, as though tar filled her lungs.Plop!Plop!!Plop!!!Fluorescent lights overhead flickered violently and went out one by one in rapid succession plunging her path into a tunnel of strobing doom.She shot past the first row of cars, weaving between bumpers and columns. From behind, a jagged screech tore through the air - metal like claws dragging across steel, something fast and heavy scrambling over the hood of a car.Malik had taken to the ceiling again. He was the tallest and fastest, a sickening blur of bone and sinew that twisted like a serpent in midair. His limbs bent a

Darkness swam in her skull, as Evangeline struggled to regain consciousness. This wasn't the usual comforting, velvety kind of darkness that lulled children to sleep, this one crackled like lightning trapped inside her bones.She then woke up burning, not from fever, but from something deeper, clawing its way up her spine like fire running through her blood. Her limbs still refused to move, and even when her eyelids fluttered, her eyes wouldn’t open.Everything inside her screamed in pain; It was as if she was falling inward - drowning in pain and memory. Somewhere in the haze, voices whispered, like wind through dying leaves.“…she bleeds silver…”“…the bond has started…”“…her blood remembers…”“…we should’ve waited…”“…too late now. The Veil already knows…”She didn’t recognize the voices, but it was her soul that did, as those voices began stir something inside her that had been locked away a long time.Suddenly, the pain struck sharper than before, earning a grunt from her. A hot

The scream tore from Evangeline’s throat like a jagged storm ripping through silence - raw, soul-deep, and ancient.But to her surprise, it wasn’t just her voice, the lake screamed too.Its surface rippled violently, glowing from within like a molten eye yawning open. The air pulsed with something too primal to name as wind spiraled upward from the water, carrying whispers in languages older than time itself."She is opening...""The lock breathes again...""The Key has awakened..."Evangeline fell backward, gasping, clawing at the ground. Her fingers dug into the stone floor, nails splitting, but she barely felt the pain. It was drowned by the roar inside her skull as visions slammed into her.Chains. A silver gate screaming as it splintered. A shadow in the form of a man—its hands soaked in golden ichor. And at the center of it all was her... standing at the mouth of an abyss, holding a blade carved from her own rib.She saw herself from outside herself, standing tall, crowned, a

The first sign wasn’t the scream.It was the fire.It bloomed across the perimeter like a living wound - blue, not red, and cold enough to burn. The runes carved into the boundary stones exploded, each one erupting in a flare of light before crumbling to ash.Then came the shriek.It wasn’t human, it wasn’t animal, it was ancient.A sound dragged from some throatless mouth that had never learned language, just hate.Evangeline stumbled backward as the forest itself seemed to convulse. Trees bent unnaturally, screaming as their vein-like branches withered and snapped. The sky tore open like parchment, and from the rift above, they descended.Figures of shadow, some shaped like men, others like beasts twisted beyond comprehension. Each one a fragment of the Hollow’s will. Their bodies hissed and smoked as they moved, burning the ground with every step.“INCOMING!” Xander bellowed. His sword ignited mid-air, gleaming with runes that pulsed with a light Evangeline didn’t recognize not jus