Semua Bab Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets : Bab 11 - Bab 20

It wasn’t a dream.Evangeline knew that now, as she sat in the mirror-bright silence of the In-Between - a liminal realm of shifting shadows and glowing runes, where time moved sideways and gravity sighed like a breath held too long. The truth buzzed through her bones like a memory too ancient to name, even as her mind scrambled to rationalize the impossible.She was awake, alive... and no longer alone.Cassius, Lucien, Selene, and Xander stood near the edge of a massive rune-inscribed platform, each of them bearing the silence like armor. The runes beneath their feet pulsed with an eerie luminescence, like a heartbeat echoing from some long-forgotten titan slumbering beneath the stone. Above them, the chamber had no ceiling, only a yawning sky of obsidian smeared with veins of gold lightning, each flash alive and restless, carving jagged paths across the dark.Evangeline remained seated where Xander had placed her, wrapped in a long fur cloak that smelled of cedar and cold. Her wou

Hallowmere was not a place; it was a memory rotting in real time, so the lycans teleported her there.The city welcomed them with a hush that felt alive, pressing against their skin like damp gauze soaked in old blood. Shattered stained glass littered the gutters like the remnants of a forgotten cathedral, while skeletal buildings loomed on either side of the street, leaning inward as though eager to hear secrets never meant to be spoken aloud. No birds flew overhead. Even the wind dared not howl.Evangeline followed closely behind Selene and Cassius, trying not to breathe too deeply. The air was thick with something more than dust - it was history, grief, and blood, all fermenting in a place that time had abandoned but memory had not.“This city wasn’t just destroyed,” she murmured, glancing around. “It was left to rot… deliberately.”Cassius gave her a grim nod without slowing his pace. “Hallowmere was a stronghold of the Old Courts before the last collapse. But when the Hollow Cou

The haunted opera house loomed like a memory too long suppressed, its bone-white facade cracked and swallowed by ivy, with stained glass windows that once refracted color now dulled by soot and age. Inside, the air was dense with the scent of mildew and broken echoes. Evangeline crossed the threshold last, her footsteps uncertain, her fingers twitching slightly at her sides. She’d told herself she could stomach anything after the In-Between - monsters, magic, gods, but murder scenes was another thing entirely.They moved in silence through the gilded corridors, led by Selene, whose black boots whispered over dusty red carpet. Lucien flanked the left, claws not drawn but itching beneath the surface. Xander kept behind Evangeline, eyes scanning every shadow, every cracked statue that lined the marble alcoves. Cassius walked ahead, blade sheathed but hands loose, like a predator in perfect control.“This place was warded,” Selene said, eyes flicking to the vaulted ceiling, where faded

A week later, the Valemont Museum - The House of Eclipsed Light - glittered like a diamond in the corpse of the city. It was cold, beautiful, and entirely indifferent to the lives that passed beneath its arching glass spine.From a distance, it looked like salvation: towers of sculpted crystal, cascading fountains, golden chandeliers glowing like fireflies, but Evangeline knew better. Underneath all the elegance, the Valemont was a cage with velvet walls and silver locks.Floodlights shimmered across glass spires, illuminating the figures gliding up the grand staircase in gowns and suits worth more than some of their souls. A black-tie charity gala, they said. “Historical Art Preservation.” What a noble cause and dazzling ruse.Inside, the museum’s marbled interior was a symphony of art, wealth, and deception. The red carpet bled into polished obsidian floors, and spotlights shimmered off golden frames and jewel-toned paintings. Waiters in crisp velvet uniforms floated through the c

Darkness closed around them like a second skin as the hidden passage twisted deep beneath the museum, no wider than a coffin, no taller than a breath. The air was damp, the walls crumbling. Rats skittered in the shadows. Old sigils, long-erased and barely glowing, pulsed faintly in warning as they passed.Evangeline stumbled, her legs barely worked. The Hollow Song had drained her, though it still ripped through her lungs and bones like lightning. Her throat burned, her limbs shook, and the mark on her palm had split open, bleeding soft light down her wrist.Xander caught her - though he didn’t speak - his jaw was clenched so tightly she could hear his teeth grinding.Behind them, Lucien swore under his breath. “Did we get it?” he asked. “The last fragment?”"We got it.” Selene smirked, as she pulled out the scorched sheet of music from her coat, still humming faintly with cursed melody. “And half the world’s eyes, along with it,” Cassius muttered. His coat was torn, one blade miss