บททั้งหมดของ Markbound: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

Raventon.To most, it was just another quiet town tucked between woods and forgotten roads. To me, it was something else entirely. Humans and supernatural creatures lived here side by side. The former blissfully unaware, the latter perfectly disguised.My boots clicked softly up the stairwell, each step quiet, controlled. No one looked at me twice — just the way I liked it. At the end of the hall, I unlocked the door and slipped inside. My coat slid off my shoulders and landed on the hook by the door without a sound. My boots tracked in a thin line of dirt.I took a few steps toward my room but Ivory was already standing in the living room. Half in shadow, barely lit by the flicker of a streetlamp outside. She stood still, arms loose at her sides, shoulders slightly tense. I hadn’t even made it to my room when her voice sliced through the quiet.“Where were you?”She was staring at me, her face a strange mix of shock, frustration and something dangerously close to fear.“I was out of

The apartment was dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners as the warm hum of the evening settled in.Ivory stood near the door, brushing off invisible lint from her sleek black outfit. Her earrings shimmered faintly under the hallway light. She looked effortlessly radiant. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her.“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice low.Ivory looked up, surprised. “Oh, hey. I’m heading to work.”“You already went this morning,” I said, raising an eyebrow.“Morning was the café shift,” she replied with a casual shrug. “This one’s the club.”I blinked. “You work both?”Ivory smiled. “Welcome to rent in a city.”“You’ll be back late?” I asked.“Probably around two or three.” She smoothed her jacket, then glanced up at me. “Why? Want me to bring you something?”I shook my head. “No. Just I was wondering if there are any jobs around here. I can't sit in this apartment all day. It’s frustrating.”She studied me for a second, then her expression sof

Flashback..7 years Ago..The forest was dead silent, cloaked in fog and moonlight. A silver glow danced between the trees, brushing across blood-stained leaves and the mud-caked skin of a girl barely standing. She was fifteen—barefoot, bound, and bleeding. Her wrists were tied tightly behind her back with thick, scratchy rope. Red welts covered her skin. Her lips were split, her cheek swollen, and her tattered clothes hung from her like a cruel joke—no longer protection, just proof of her humiliation.She stood trembling in the centre of a cold clearing, moonlight spilling over her like an accusation. Around her, the people who should have protected her, watched like strangers.It wasn’t strangers standing before her—it was her mother, her father, her brother and her twin sister. All three wore the same expression, not grief or guilt, but pure disgust. They said nothing, only stared, and the weight of their silence made her knees weaken.She locked eyes with her mother. A foolish hop