Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil you called: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Chapter nineteen part 2 Malik’s arms were firm around her, but his eyes were haunted. The underworld trembled behind them, the echoes of shrieks and clawed footsteps fading as they dove deeper into the labyrinthine tunnels. Sarai clutched her stomach, every pulse of light from the child inside her signaling life… and warning of danger. “They’ll come for you,” Malik whispered, shadows trailing like a cloak around them. “All of them. Faster. Smarter. Older than me.” Sarai swallowed, her chest tight. “Then why are we running here? Where are we going?” “Somewhere… no one can follow.” His voice was sharp, controlled, but beneath it lay a rare tremor she had never heard. Malik didn’t often show fear. But he did now. “You’re too valuable. Too… dangerous to leave exposed.” They moved in silence, winding through passages that no map could ever chart, moving past corridors filled with echoing shadows and crumbling walls. The air grew lighter, warmer, almost… familiar. “What is this p

Chapter twenty-one The realm Aunt Dee guarded was not silent. It breathed. It hummed. It whispered through the black trees and the slow-moving red mist, as if the land itself remembered every sin, every secret, every deal once struck between humans and the underworld. And Sarai felt every vibration in her spine as Aunt Dee led her through a narrow passage carved into obsidian. “Your body is changing,” Aunt Dee said without turning around. “Not just from the baby. From the bond. From Malik. And from what’s waking inside you.” Sarai swallowed hard. “Waking?” Aunt Dee stopped at a stone altar covered in ancient carved symbols—the same ones that had burned on Sarai’s skin during the attack. The same ones that disappeared before Malik arrived. “You’ve already begun dreaming in it,” Aunt Dee said. “Haven’t you?” Sarai froze. Because that was true. The dreams had started the moment she entered the realm—words she didn’t understand echoing around her, as if someone pre

Chapter twenty-two The traitor jolts awake on cold stone, lungs burning, body shaking. The echo of the explosion still rings in his bones — the blast that should’ve killed him, the one unleashed by the child she carries. He tries to push himself up, but pain stabs down his spine. His fingers brush against something wet. Blood. His? Someone else’s? He can’t tell. His mind is fractured, slipping between reality and the memory of that impossible moment. And far away — but also impossibly close — Sarai gasps, choking on air that isn’t hers. Because she is seeing it too. Her baby forces the connection open. A thin thread snaps into place, invisible but burning hot, linking her mind to his. She sees through his eyes as clearly as if she were trapped inside his skull. ⸻ The Memory Unfolds He remembers stepping toward her — confident, victorious, certain the underworld’s prize was finally within reach. His hand stretched out, ready to grab her, ready to rip her future from Malik’s gr

⭐ FINAL SHOCKING CHAPTER OF BOOK ONEChapter 24 The hidden realm was never truly silent.Even when Sarai sat perfectly still — breathing slow, palms flat against the cold black stone of Aunt Dee’s training chamber — the walls hummed with a pulse older than the Underworld itself. A pulse she now carried inside her.Tonight, the hum changed.It sharpened. Tightened. Trembled like a warning bell only her blood could hear.Aunt Dee noticed it too.“Sarai… something’s shifting,” she murmured, her eyes narrowing as the glowing runes on the floor flickered beneath them. “He’s growing.”He.The unborn child whose power shook realms.Sarai swallowed hard. Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach. “Is he in pain?”“No,” Aunt Dee whispered. “He’s responding.”“To what?”Before she could answer, the chamber walls flashed white — a memory slamming into Sarai with no control, no mercy.Her breath punched out of her chest as another consciousness forced itself into her mind.The Traitor.The one

⸻**CHAPTER TWOThe tunnels groaned as Malik sprinted through them, shadows stretching long and violent behind him. Sarai clung to him, her breath ragged, the baby’s heartbeat drumming through her body with a rhythm that didn’t feel human.Aunt Dee’s voice echoed faintly behind them, shouting incantations as she fought to hold the barrier—but the sound was swallowed by something far louder.A shriek.Not a scream.Not a cry.A starving wail that scraped the marrow.Sarai felt Malik’s grip tighten around her instinctively. She knew without seeing his face that his jaw had locked, his fangs had dropped, and whatever softness he carried for her had turned into pure, lethal instinct.“Malik… what do they look like?” Sarai forced out, her voice trembling.He didn’t answer immediately.The silence scared her more than anything else.Finally, he spoke—low, clipped, brutal.“You don’t look at them. You run.”“Mal—”“They hunt with hunger, not sight,” he snapped. “If they see you, it means the