All Chapters of The Wedding Night Curse: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER 11 – The Bride’s Throne

The moment the heavy double doors creaked open, Alika knew something was terribly wrong.This wasn't the same hall she had walked through days ago. The space felt warped—elongated, darker, filled with shadows that breathed. Crimson light poured from the dozens of tall, black candles arranged in a circle around the center of the room. Their flames twisted unnaturally, as if recoiling from something unseen.The scent of the air struck her like a slap. Dried herbs, melted wax… and blood. A lot of it.Her stomach turned.Ethan’s grip on her wrist was like iron. He didn’t speak as he dragged her across the cold marble floor. His eyes were empty. His jaw clenched tight.“Ethan,” she rasped. “Please. Don’t do this.”Still nothing. He walked like a man in a trance.The throne came into view.Made of blackened wood, ancient and grotesque, it looked more like a sacrificial altar than a seat. Twisting symbols ado

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CHAPTER 12 – The Mirror Shatters

Alika's POVTime stopped.I didn’t mean that metaphorically. For the first time in my life, I felt the world actually pause, like some ancient deity had pressed its finger down on the gears of fate.The cursed mirror before me cracked. Just once. A thin jagged line shot across the glass like a bolt of lightning cutting the sky. The air around me became unbearably heavy, thick like syrup, charged with something I couldn’t name—part magic, part dread.“Keep reading!” Ethan’s voice, though hoarse and broken, pierced through the eerie silence.My fingers clutched the burning parchment. The ancient words trembled on my tongue. It felt like my voice wasn’t mine anymore—like something older, something from deep within my bloodline, was speaking through me.The brides inside the mirror—those damned, beautiful, broken souls—had changed. They were no longer weeping. No longer clawing at the glass. They looked at me... and they sm

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CHAPTER 13 – The House Awakens

Alika's POVI remember darkness.Not the kind that comes when you close your eyes, or when night falls gently over the land. This was different. This darkness breathed. It pulsed. It whispered in tongues I was never meant to understand.And in the center of it—I stood. Alone.I had stepped through the mirror for Ethan.But Ethan wasn’t here.The space wasn’t quite a room. It was like floating inside grief itself. The walls—if they existed—were made of mist and silence. My steps left no trace, and my breaths fogged the air in silver wisps.Then a sound cut through it.A groan. Long. Deep. Like the ancient bones of the house were stirring after centuries of slumber.Suddenly—I was no longer inside the mirror.I was back.Blackwell Manor.But something had changed.***The moment I blinked, the walls around me trembled. The chandelier above spun m

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CHAPTER 14 – The New Guardian

Alika's POVOne year laterThey said the manor should be torn down.“Bad luck,” one man muttered in the village square, tugging at his cap. “House like that? You don’t fix it—you burn it.”Others offered worse.“The Blackwell bloodline cursed the land. Look what happened to the bride. Poor thing’s still not right in the head.”I heard them all. I always did.From my little cottage on the hill, just beyond the tree line, I could see the jagged silhouette of Blackwell Manor—dark, grand, and rotting like a wound that refused to close.But I never looked away.Because someone had to remember.Someone had to guard it.***They tried to sell the estate three times.Each time, a different company came—land developers, antique hunters, even a paranormal investigation crew. None of them made it past the front gate.One ran screaming.Another ha

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CHAPTER 15 – The Call from the Mirror

Alika's POVIt had been almost a week since I last saw him.In the second-floor window of Blackwell Manor. Behind the dusty, sealed glass that hadn’t been touched since the house consumed him. He stood there, unmoving, watching me—like a shadow of the past refusing to die.I know it sounds insane. But I know what I saw.Ethan.Or at least something that looked like him.Since that night, the world hasn't felt the same. The mirrors in my little cottage seem to have eyes. Water bowls reflect more than just my face. And every night—always around two a.m.—I jolt awake, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding like I’m being chased by something I can’t see.But tonight was different.Tonight, he didn’t just appear.He called me.***It started with the voice.“Alika…”Soft. Familiar. But it came from the wrong place.Not from the window.Not fr

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CHAPTER 16 – The Wound That Never Healed

Ethan's POVI don’t remember the moment I died.There was no scream, no final heartbeat, no tunnel of light like the stories say. There was only stillness.And then… emptiness.Not nothingness.Emptiness.A heavy, lingering ache that seeped into my bones—if I still had any.I’m not dead.Not alive either.I exist between.Drifting in silence.No time. No sky. No gravity.Just... thought.And regret.---At first, I was alone.For what could’ve been hours or centuries, I floated in a place that felt stitched together by shadows and broken memories. I saw flickers of myself in the dark—fragments of a life undone.My mother’s tear-stained hands at my father’s grave.The broken vows whispered in the chapel.Alika’s trembling shoulders on our wedding night.The mirror.Always the mirror.

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CHAPTER 17 – Blood Contract

Blackwell Manor, New England – Autumn, 1893Fog slithered between the bare trees, cloaking the grounds of the Blackwell estate in a thick, suffocating silence. The wind whispered through brittle leaves, and in the tallest tower of the manor, candlelight flickered behind the dusty stained glass, casting quivering shadows across the stone walls.That night, Alaric Blackwell — the founding patriarch of the family — would write history in blood.He sat slumped in a carved wooden chair, his eyes fixed on the altar before him. A brittle parchment lay open across the blackened surface, etched with ancient symbols in red ink — or what looked disturbingly like dried blood.Standing beside him was a man cloaked in shadow. His hair was long and gray, his eyes an unnatural shade of green-yellow. He was known only as Malachai, a fallen cleric excommunicated from the colonial church after being accused of heresy and witchcraft. Since then, he had served somethi

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CHAPTER 18 – Blood on the Church Floor

Alika's POVThe sky was overcast when I stepped beyond the iron gates of the Blackwell manor, wind slicing through the trees like whispers too fast to catch. Raven-black crows circled above me, cawing warnings I didn’t want to hear. Ethan was still asleep when I left, his body curled in exhaustion beside mine. He hadn’t said a word about the church ruins, but I’d seen it—marked on that torn corner of a map tucked in one of his old books.A small red X, just at the forest’s edge.It called to me all night. And this morning, I couldn't ignore it.The fog thickened as I walked, swallowing the distant silhouette of the manor until all that remained was the sound of leaves cracking beneath my boots and the rising chill in my bones.I found the ruins just as the clouds began to open.What was once a church now stood in fractured memory—walls partially collapsed, stained-glass windows shattered, vines swallowing the remnants of pew

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CHAPTER 19 – Whispers Between the Stones

The dreams had returned.It had been years—decades—since she last heard the voices, since the dead dared speak her name in the dark. But tonight, they came again. Not as shadows or cries in the wind—but as memories. Vivid, breathing memories that tore her from the comfort of old bones and reminded her of the girl she used to be.She wasn’t Mrs. Whitmore in the dream. Not yet. She was simply Lenora, seventeen and wild-haired, feet bare as she ran through the stone garden behind the old Blackwell church, the hem of her ivory dress stained with dew and dirt.The bells were ringing.But they weren’t ringing in celebration.They were tolling in warning.Dong... dong... dong...Lenora stopped running. Her chest heaved as she turned toward the chapel. Its windows glowed crimson. The altar was drenched in a light that did not come from candles or sun.Someone was getting married tonight.But no one was inv

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CHAPTER 21 – Dancing on Fire

Alika’s POVThere was a page in the book that hadn’t been there the night before.I was sure of it.Pressed between a crumbling leaf and the edge of a wax-stained page, it had appeared like a wound reopening—a set of instructions written in a woman's looping hand, smudged with something that looked like dried ash and blood."When the fire takes, the bond breaks. But only if danced in truth. Only under stars that forget."I read it a dozen times before I dared believe it. I’d searched through that ancient book for nights—its leather binding cracked, its words in a blend of Latin, old English, and something else. Something older. Until now, all I’d found were warnings and spells for binding, not freeing.But this…This was different.It was a ritual. A release. A possible end to the chain Ethan and I had been dragged into—a chain forged by Blackwell men and sealed by sacrificed brides.And it require

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