All Chapters of Shifter Deathbound Curse : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Siron...!" Kit cried out, her voice cutting through the suffocating panic. She couldn't see what was happening inside the bathroom, but she could hear Siron’s distorted screaming, like he was drowning underwater. Her primal instinct as a friend overrode all fear.She pounded on the door. "Siron, open the door!"There was no answer, only a strange, hissing sound and a rattling that chilled her to the bone.Without thinking, Kit backed up a few steps and charged, slamming her shoulder into the wooden door. The wood groaned, but the door held. She gathered the remainder of her strength and hit it one more time. This time, the cheap lock gave way with a loud, cracking noise.The sight that greeted her made her blood run cold.Siron was half-bent over the sink, his hands seemingly stuck inside the mirror, the surface of which was now rippling like black water. His whole body was trembling violently, pulled by an invisible force from behind the glass. His face was corpse-pale, his mouth ag

Siron stood rigid, fixated on his reflection in the mirror. The figure in the chair was no longer merely a shadow. His face was becoming clearer, sharp cheekbones, thin lips, and red eyes that now radiated a brighter, more intense light. It was the face from his dreams, Morat in human form. But the smile was too wide, too full of teeth, and failed to reach his eyes, which remained cold and calculating."There’s no need to fear, Sian," the voice echoed directly in his mind, clearer and deeper than before. "I am here because you wished it. Your blood summoned me. Your desire empowers me."Siron couldn't deny it. His heart pounded, but no longer from pure terror. There was a strange thrill, like a forbidden excitement. He turned slowly, leaving the mirror's reflection, and faced the chair in the corner of the room directly.In the physical world, the chair appeared empty. But he could feel the presence. The cold air was dense, the faint scent of earth, and a pressure in the air that made

The loud, sharp sound of the cracking glass shook the room, momentarily freezing time. Kit froze on the floor, her eyes wide as she stared at the window now covered in a spiderweb of white cracks. Siron felt the cold grip on his shoulder tighten, an unspoken warning."Now, Sian," Morat hissed, his voice urgent and threatening in his head. "Or next time it won't just be the glass."The fear for Kit's safety, his only friend who dared to come, finally broke his resistance. Tears streamed down Siron's cheeks as he stared at Kit, who was still sitting on the floor, her face a mixture of pain, fear, and concern."Go, Kit," Siron's voice came out, cracked and barely audible.Kit shook her head, slowly rising. "No. I won't leave you alone with... with that.""YOU HAVE TO GO!" Siron yelled, his voice suddenly full of despair and self-directed anger. "Look around! He'll kill you, Kit! He's not messing around! GO NOW!"Siron's scream was ear-splitting, filled with a sincerity of pain that final

Time seemed to freeze. The three men in old robes stood at the doorway, their eyes not fixed on Siron, but piercing through her, staring directly at the blazing Morat behind her. Their silver weapons and amulets trembled in their hands, emitting a pure energy that felt like an electrical shock in the air, making the hairs on Siron's arms stand up."Get out of there, child!" shouted one of the priests, the eldest, his voice deep and authoritative. "Release her, evil spirit!"Morat snorted, his voice no longer a whisper in Siron's head, but a low roar that erupted from his chest, shaking the entire room. His handsome form flickered, as if it was difficult to maintain under the pressure of their holy power."They want to separate us, Sian," Morat hissed, his voice strained and, for the first time, a little... afraid. "They will seal me away again. Leave you alone."That word, "alone," was like a whip. Siron saw the priests not as saviors, but as a threat. A threat to her new peace, to th

The ruined temple gate was like a mouth of darkness swallowing them whole. As soon as they crossed it, the sounds of the forest, birdsong, rustling wind, seemed cut off. What remained was a heavy, damp silence, broken occasionally by drips of water falling from the cracked stone ceiling. The air inside the temple was colder, older, and weighed down by the burden of millennia. A familiar odor, wet soil, rusted iron, and something sweetly decaying, wafted strongly, as if the stone walls had preserved it for centuries.Morat walked ahead, his steps assured. His handsome form seemed more vibrant amidst these ruins, as if he were an intrinsic part of this place. Siron followed with a pounding heart, fear and anticipation clashing in her chest."Here it is, Sian," Morat whispered, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "The place where my soul and my pain were forever imprinted on these stones."They walked through narrow corridors adorned with nearly worn-out carvings, depicting hunt