Heir Of Angels: Stalking Vaelora Book 1 のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 17

Vaelora’s POV “Do you want to rip my arm off?” Andrew protested as I hauled him down the stairs, my boots slapping against the wooden stairs with every angry step. “Sorry,” I apologized, letting go of his wrist. The redness on it reminded me of what Xyrelle’s whip had done to mine. I paused at the foot of the stairs, shaking the memories out of my mind. My eyes landed on the door that had a golden plaque which read MADAME AGNES, WITCH AND PROPHETESS. The house we lived in was split into separate apartments. My mother and I shared the uppermost floor consisting of three bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and bathrooms in each room, while the downstairs tenant was an elderly woman, Madame Agnes, who ran a spiritual shop in her apartment. She hardly ever came out of it, though customer visits were not frequent. Sometimes, I wondered if they truly believed she was a witch. The thick sweet scent of incense spilled from the half-open door into the foyer. I inhaled it, closing my ey

Vaelora’s POV“Damn… this is me?” He slowly took my paper from my hand, his eyes dragging over every detail before a smug grin spread across his face.I narrowed my eyes. What was this guy onto?He continued. “You drew my jawline sharper than it actually is. You this obsessed with me all the time and you lie that you don’t love me stalking you?”My eyes widened. No, no, it can’t be. I couldn’t have…He glanced up at me, clearly enjoying my panic.“Wait—” he tilted the paper closer, pretending to inspect it seriously. “You even got the Sigil on my neck right.” His eyes slowly met mine, smug and dangerous. “That means you stared at me that night way more than I thought. Kinda creepy, don’t you think?”My soul actually left my body.Then he smirked. “Careful, love. Keep drawing me like this and I’m gonna start thinking you want me.”There was no other explanation for the horrifying emptiness in my brain as he held up the sketch like some proud museum curator showing off a masterpiece.My

Vaelora POV I staggered backward, tripped, and fell just as the creature lunged after me. I rolled to the side and it missed me by inches, sliding along the wood floor, its claws gouging deep grooves. A low growl bubbled from its throat. I scrambled to my feet and ran toward the hallway, but it was too fast for me. It sprang again, landing just above the door, where it stayed like a malignant gigantic spider, staring down at me with its scary eyes. Its jaw opened slowly, showing a row of fanged canines and molars that looked so sharp. I didn’t want to imagine how much pain I would feel if it managed to sink its teeth into my flesh. How did my life get to this point? I had no time for self-pity as the thing gurgled and hissed. To my horror, I realized that the noises it was making were words. “A girl,” I managed to decipher. “Fresh flesh. Fresh blood. To eat, to drink. Oh, lovely snack.” It hissed. It began to slither down the wall towards me. Some part of me had passed be

Vaelora POV I flinched backward hard enough to hit the blackened wall behind me. My breath caught in my throat while dark smoke spread through the room like burnt paper. The demon was gone. Gone. I stared at the empty space where it had been standing only seconds before. My ears rang so badly I could barely hear anything else. The apartment Mum tried so hard to keep neat and arranged was destroyed now. Broken glass covered the floor. Her drawings that had taken her months to paint and finalize were scattered in black, jagged pieces everywhere. Nothing felt real. Zane lowered the strange amber-glowing blade slowly. He pulled his jacket cap off his head and ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes still on me before he slowly turned them away, looking around the apartment, checking every shadow carefully like he expected another monster to jump at us. His eyes landed on me again. The look on his face changed instantly. “Are you hurt?” he asked. I opened my mouth, but no