All Chapters of Hallow's Edge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The farmer's market is louder than usual. Children weaving between booths, vendors shouting prices, the smell of kettle corn and cinnamon drifting through the air. Humans love their noise. Their clutter. Their distractions. It makes it easy to hide among them.But today, something else stirs beneath the surface. A hum. A pulse. A thread of old magic brushing against the edges of my senses. I follow it. Past the honey stand. Past the produce tables. Past the handmade jewelry booth where the vendor lies about “authentic crystals.” The magic grows stronger. Brighter. Like a lantern behind fog. Then I see her.The girl at the end of the row, arranging jars of lotion on a wooden table. Her hair catches the sunlight—dark with streaks of blue that shimmer like trapped moonlight. Her pendant glows faintly against her skin, pulsing in time with something ancient. The Warren heir. Finally. She laughs at something the younger Connor girl says, and the sound is soft, warm, painfully alive. The ki

The morning after the farmer's market feels wrong. Too quiet. Too still. Like the whole house is holding its breath.Raven left early with Emily and Grace to restock the booth for next weekend. She looked tired but steady, which is more than I expected after yesterday. I wanted to go with them, but Dad asked me to stay behind. Which means something’s up. He’s waiting for me on the back porch, leaning against the railing with a mug of coffee. The woods stretch behind him, dark and endless, the same woods that have been humming at the edge of my senses since yesterday.“Sit,” he says. I do. He doesn’t waste time. “You can’t let Raven go into the woods alone,” he says quietly. “And you can’t let Drake go with her either.”I blink. “I wasn’t planning on letting her go alone, but… why Drake?”Dad’s jaw tightens. “Because he doesn’t know what’s out there. And he doesn’t have the training to protect her if something happens.”Something cold settles in my stomach. “You think something will ha

Drake has been missing for a week. Seven days. Seven nights. Seven times waking up hoping someone found him, only to hear the same thing:Nothing.They found his backpack two days ago, torn, muddy, half‑buried under leaves deep in the woods. The sight of it made my stomach twist so hard I thought I’d be sick.Since then, Noah and Emily haven’t left my side. Not once. Not at school. Not at home. Not during the searches.I insisted on helping. I couldn’t sit around and do nothing while Drake was out there somewhere. Grace, Emily, and I helped Drake’s mom set up a command base at the community center, tables covered in maps, volunteer sign‑in sheets, missing posters, and trays of food no one touched. Meanwhile, Noah and Liam searched the woods with Drake’s dad and brothers, the police, and half the town. Every night they came home exhausted, covered in dirt and scratches, but with the same answer:Nothing.And every day at school, the whispers got louder.Thanks to Lily.“She was the las

The farmer's market feels too bright today. Too cheerful. Too normal. Like the whole town is trying to pretend Drake isn’t still missing.Noah and his dad left a little while ago to join the search party. I watched them disappear toward the trail entrance, the bond tugging at me until they were out of sight. I told them to be careful, but the words felt useless compared to the dread sitting in my stomach.Emily has been acting weird all morning. Not just worried-weird. Not stressed-weird. Something deeper. Something she’s trying to hide.She keeps glancing at the woods like she’s waiting for something to step out of them. Her hands shake when she thinks I’m not looking. And she hasn’t smiled once, which is how I know something is seriously wrong.I tape another missing poster to the front of my table. Drake’s face stares back at me, smiling like he didn’t have a care in the world. My chest tightens. I didn’t tell Noah the whole truth about my dream last night. I couldn’t. But I told t

The moment the surge hits, I run. I don’t think. I don’t breathe, I move. Branches whip against my arms as I tear through the woods, Dad right behind me. The bond is a live wire under my skin, burning, frantic, pulling me toward Raven with a force that borders on pain. She’s scared. She’s overwhelmed. She’s losing control. And something else is there too, something dark, watching her. We break through the tree line just in time to see a hooded figure at the edge of the market. Tall. Still. Face hidden. It turns its head toward Raven’s booth… then vanishes between the trees like smoke.Dad curses under his breath. “Did you see...?”“Yeah.” My voice is raw. “I saw.”We don’t waste another second. We sprint across the market, weaving through overturned crates and scattered produce. People are still shaken, whispering, staring at the wreckage like a tornado touched down in the middle of town. Then I see her. Emily is catching Raven as she collapses, lowering her gently to the ground. Mom