Lahat ng Kabanata ng Shifter Deathbound Curse : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

“Absolutely not, Mom! I’m not going back to that temple!”Siron leaned his back against the wall of his quiet apartment, trying to make his voice sound firm even though his heart was pounding. The phone conversation with his parents had been going on for twenty minutes, and the core message was always the same: a protective ritual at the family temple.“Don’t be stubborn, Ron! You know this is important” his mother’s voice trembled with worry on the other end.“What’s important? Doing strange things to ward off a ‘curse’ from a ‘shifter’ who died thousands of years ago?” Siron cut in, his voice filled with his typical sarcastic drawl. “Morat? That’s just a character from a bedtime story. I’m an adult; I don’t believe in that stuff.”He let out a long sigh, his eyes gazing at the blank ceiling of his apartment. “Besides, I’m busy. College has started. I need to prepare.”“I don’t want you staying alone overnight in that apartment” this time, his father’s voice took over, heavy with a p

"LITTLE...SIAN..."The whisper echoed inside his head, cold and foreign, yet feeling incredibly personal. Siron let out a small yelp and buried his face in his hands, trying to block out the horrific sound and vision. When he dared to look back at the mirror, there was nothing left. Only his pale, wild-eyed face remained, the strange handprints on the shower glass having vanished.That night was a living nightmare. He couldn't sleep; every ordinary sound, the creak of a pipe, the hum of the refrigerator, the night wind, made him jump in terror. He turned on every light in the apartment, sitting on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around him, his eyes glued to the bathroom door. The word "Sian" spun in his mind. It was his childhood nickname, something only his family knew. Something his own hallucination shouldn't possibly know.The next morning, Siron went to Aethifolt campus with a weak body and dark circles under his eyes. The bright, bustling outside world felt like a blessing, yet

The elevator door finally closed completely, cutting off the view of the peeking black horn tip. Siron slid to the elevator floor, his breath ragged, his body trembling uncontrollably. The lift smoothly continued its journey down to the lobby, as if it had never paused on the dark 3rd floor.He didn't remember how he got to the lobby, walked past the security guard with a blank stare, or reached the bustling street. His mind contained only one thing: escape. He walked aimlessly, finally stopping at a brightly lit 24-hour café filled with a few people. He ordered the strongest coffee and sat at the furthest table from the window, facing the door.The cold touch on the back of his neck still felt like an icy residue. He continuously rubbed the area, trying to get rid of the terrifying sensation that lingered. It was not his imagination. Something, or someone, had touched him.He spent hours in the café, staring at the door whenever someone entered, terrified of seeing a tall figure with