Alle Kapitel von GHOST REVENGE: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

MAYAI sat on the edge of my small wooden bed, staring at the old, leather-bound journal resting on my lap. The book. I had completely forgotten about the book.I had locked it away in the bottom of my wooden chest weeks ago, thinking and even believing it was entirely useless to me now. When the strange, blind hermit at my graveyard site had handed it to me wrapped in tattered cloth, the pages had appeared completely blank,just empty, faded parchment covered in silent dust. At the time, I had assumed it was nothing more than an ancient, dead relic.But tonight, with the palace dead quiet and the moonlight streaming through my window, something pulled my hand toward it.I blew off the light layer of dust and gently opened the first page. The old man’s raspy voice echoed clearly in my mind from that foggy night at the grave: “Look into the book and believe you can read it.”Back then, I had doubted him. I did not think about being able to read it; I had dismissed his words as the rambl

MAYAI hugged the heavy leather journal tight against my chest and snuck out through the back gates of the palace. If reading the book inside the house made Maria see ghosts and scream until her lungs bled, then I had to read it somewhere else.I took the book out of the house to read it. I walked quickly, my heart beating fast inside my chest, until I reached a quiet grassy area with zero people around. I sat down on a smooth rock, wiped my sweaty hands on my dress, and opened the dark leather cover.My heart dropped into my stomach.Outside the house, the book becomes blank."No, no, no," I whispered, rubbing my eyes. I blinked hard, hoping my vision was just playing tricks on me, but the pages were completely white. The glowing dark letters, the ancient golden runes, and the secret words were all gone.I could not read it.I jumped up from the rock and ran toward a massive oak tree with thick shade. I sat under the tree, pressing my thumb against the parchment, praying for the ance

MAYAThe cold silence in the room stretched between us, thick enough to suffocate a person. Edward stared at me, his eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and sudden revulsion as he pulled the bedsheets up to his chest.My breath hitched in my throat, my hands trembling violently against the silk of my nightgown. My mind was spinning out of control, racing through a hundred terrifying possibilities. The only thing I could read from this is that Philomena was here and she slept with Edward!If someone had been here in this palace, sleeping in my bed, satisfying my mate, touching him morning and night while I was trudging through red dirt miles away, then who was it? Whose body was she in? Was it a demon? A shapeshifter? Or a phantom summoned by the dark magic of the pack lands?Goddess above, I cried out in my heart, clutching my trembling head. This rebirth journey is not even easy on me that rebirthed to deal with Maria.Every step forward felt like falling into a deeper pit. I had d

MAYAThe morning sun had barely crested the eastern mountains when the announcement echoed through the cold stone corridors of the palace.Maria’s birthday is in a few days. She decided to celebrate it.Even the maids were shocked at the mention of it. I was in the secondary kitchen, folding fresh linen napkins, when the head housekeeper hurried in, her eyes wide with total disbelief. She clapped her hands together to gather everyone's attention, her voice trembling slightly."Listen up, everyone!" the housekeeper called out, looking around at our bewildered faces. "Get ready, Luna Maria celebrates her birthday in three days!"A heavy, breathless silence fell over the kitchen. Maids stopped scrubbing, cooks froze with wooden spoons in hand, and low whispers immediately broke out among the staff. Maria had never held a public gathering in all the years she had occupied the high throne. She was a woman who hid in the shadows, using her dark reputation and quiet cruelty to rule through f

MAYAI had my eyes fixed on the two of them, Alpha Edward and Clara, while they danced.The grand hall was filled with soft music, glowing candlelight, and the loud laughter of the pack elders, but to me, everything felt completely silent. I stood near the marble pillars, my hands clenched so tightly in the fabric of my dress that my knuckles turned white. My skin was radiant, my 36-day spiritual healing was complete, and the Alpha’s mark burned warm on my neck, yet none of it seemed to matter anymore.I was there. I was standing right beside the staircase in full view of everyone. If Edward wanted to dance, he would have done it with me, and not with the very woman he openly said he would have nothing to do with. Just a few minutes ago, he had roared at Maria, holding my hand tightly in front of the entire pack council, declaring to the elders that I was his marked wife. How could the same man who stood up for me turn around, take Clara’s hand, and lead her to the center of the dance