Semua Bab Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Two days later,They reached the castle by dusk.It wasn’t marked on any map. It didn’t need to be. Dracula’s fortress rose like a shadow from the cliffs, black stone bleeding into the clouds, its crooked spires clawing at the red sky like they were trying to scratch open the heavens themselves. The wind howled through the jagged parapets in unnatural tones, the sound closer to whispering than weather — as if the castle itself was breathing. Waiting.The gate had no guards. Just two massive doors of rotted wood and iron bones, sealed with a crimson wax emblem - the Sigil of Vlad, cracked with age but still pulsing faintly with latent blood magic.“This feels like a trap.” Rhea unsheathed her blade. “Because it is,” said Emma. “Everything about this place is.”The wax burned away as Evangeline stepped forward. Her presence with the key made the sigil flinch, the air around her vibrating with quiet tension.Inside, the castle was colder than winter.Pillars of onyx lined the grand ent

The Veil shimmered like torn glass dipped in bloodlight.It wasn’t a doorway. It was a fracture.And it pulsed.Each beat sent tremors through the Hollow Refuge, shaking dust from the ceiling and rippling cracks through the bone-forged floor. The chains still dangling from the rafters began to twitch, like dead things stirred by memory.Evangeline stood at the edge of the tear, windless and weightless, the satchel empty at her hip.The Heart of Dracula now hovered above Virex’s hand, suspended in a cocoon of violet spellfire. It rotated slowly, dripping motes of blood-magic like falling stars.“Is this stable?” Thorne asked, eyes narrowed. “Doesn’t look stable.”“It’s not,” Virex replied calmly. “The Veil is a wound. The more you press, the more it bleeds.”Silas muttered a curse and paced backward, glaring at the rift.“That thing’s not a gate. That’s a trap dressed as a miracle.”“It’s both,” Emma said, sigils already forming across her forearms. “But there’s no other way.”Rhea cro

Evangeline jolted awake with her body already halfway to standing, her breath caught in a scream that refused to leave her throat. For a moment, she couldn’t tell where she was, or if she had ever truly left the dream. Her hands clawed at the air, but the air did not hold. It slipped through her fingers like breathless silk, ungraspable, unnatural. Her heart thundered so violently she thought the sound might rip through the seams of her ribs.The fire Silas had conjured was gone. Its ashes remained, scattered across the floor in a swirling pattern that reminded Evangeline of insect wings and broken music. The walls around them had peeled inward. Once a fragile shelter, the room now stood flayed - its paper-thin surfaces curling at the edges like burnt flesh, revealing cracks in space through which the Unplace bled. Time itself seemed to recoil from the moment, pulling back like a wound resisting sutures.Around her, the others stirred, each of them bearing the same weight in their e

The world soon shifted again - not with a sound, but with a silence so heavy it broke the air.They found themselves stepping into a clearing where time had collapsed, a space caught between breath and bruise. Trees rose like fangs around them—black bark slick with memory, their branches whispering with tongues made of ash. The earth beneath was soft with rot, pulsing faintly, as though mourning what it once grew, and Cassius stood at the center.He was shirtless, bruised, bleeding but standing.Before him was himself.. or what wore his face.The doppelgänger was identical in form, but wrong in presence - its eyes burning with something Cassius had never allowed himself to name. Its mouth twisted in a cruel approximation of his calm expression, stretched too wide, too still. Its shadow moved independently, coiling like smoke, its edges serrated with memory-shards.They circled each other like wolves measuring breath, not movement.“You’re not me.” Cassius’s voice was quiet, but firm.

Meanwhile,The cathedral’s doors groaned and rattled behind them but did not give way, no matter how fiercely the presence within strained to break free. The iron hinges shrieked in protest, yet somehow the ancient wood held, leaving the two men standing in the open night with the storm heavy around them. The rain came steadily, falling in sharp slants that turned the earth to dark mire and traced rivulets along the cracked gravestones lining the path. The world seemed smaller out here than it had within the cavernous hollow of the cathedral, yet no less haunted, for silence lingered even through the storm, broken only by the soft thud of boots in wet soil and the whisper of water against stone.Xander’s shoulders sagged beneath the weight of his own breath, the Alpha’s ring biting cold against the flesh of his hand. Though he had left the cathedral, it clung to him still, not as a place of confinement but as a shadow stitched into his very skin. He could feel the memory of those ch