Aria Of Sorrow Black Door นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I got her approval and I changed back to my top and jeans and tried to open the door but it was quite tight. I heard some fussing from behind. A white smoke entered the room from the bottom of the door. What's wrong? What's happening here? My blood drained at the view and I struggled to open the lock. I hit the door in panic as everything was fading silently. The air felt strangled, as I lost my balance before I landed on the floor. The face of Arius floated in my mind as darkness consumed me.

Aria. A door swung open onto a world drowned in black. I stepped in. "Hello?" I called out. Darkness drenched the room, thick and cloying like tar. There was a smell – metallic, potent, the unmistakable stench of blood. A pair of bodies dangled in the heart of the pitch black, like grotesque puppets in a morbid show. They swayed lightly as though rocked by an undetectable, chilling breeze. I was drawn to them, step after quivering step. My legs were jelly under me, shaking like the aftershocks of an earthquake. Every instinct screamed at me to stop. Turn around. Get the hell out of that butcher's nightmare.

“I just need to survive.” Her mother pulled her into a hug, trembling. “You’re stronger than you think. Don’t let them break you, my child.” The door creaked open. Beta Hale, her father, stood at the threshold, his face grim. “They’re waiting,” he said quietly. “It’s time.” Ariana took one last breath, steadying herself. The scent of lavender and rain filled her lungs — the last familiar thing she would have before her world changed forever. The BloodMoon Hall was vast and ancient, its walls carved with runes older than the pack itself. Torches burned blue fire along the stone pillars, casting strange shadows on the floor. At the far end, beneath the grand crest of the Moon Goddess, stood Al

Because if she just stayed quiet and small, maybe no one would notice the freak in the corner. The Blackwater gates were huge. Black iron twisted into claws, stone walls that looked like they'd been built to keep people out. Or keep them in. Guards everywhere, armed, watching. This place felt like a prison. Aria wanted to turn around. Go home. Except home wasn't really home anymore, was it? Just another place where people looked through her instead of at her. "Move." Morris shoved her forward hard enough that she stumbled. The gates opened. Loud. Metal scraping metal.

Arianna heard someone step behind her, she thought she was just hearing things so she turned around to listen but it stops the same time, she stops, when she started walking, she heard the step too, it was no longer waiting for her to take a step, she did not turn around who it was she ran as fast as her feet could carry her when she reached the library she entered before the person caught up with her, she had felt a sharp pain on her neck maybe the person got her there so she raised her hands to her neck, there was blood streaming down her neck, Khloe heard the running of two different footsteps so she was already at the door waiting for Arianna as soon as she saw her entered she locked the

Someone who should have been dead. Someone whose existence should have been impossible. Someone who whispered— “Aria. Come home.” Before she could breathe— The Gate snapped shut and the world went black.

Everywhere was so dark, Arrya couldn't see in the thick darkness, so she scream in case anyone could hear her.. “Somebody help!” but only her voice echo back to her. Arrya have cried until she had no tears…. “Please let me go...I didn't do anything wrong!.”she scream again. The door to the room open as the a man in black with a mask walk towards her. Arrya keep moving back slowly as the man walk to her. her back hit the wall as she couldn't keep moving back again.

“Even when it’s not me.” “Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you let a mad corporation build sympathetic circuitry between two very stubborn idiots,” Aria said. “You’re bound to get ghost echoes.” Lys pushed off the railing. “Back route,” she said. “Point me.” “Straight,” Aria said. “Second cross, then right. Metal door with a broken panic bar. It thinks it’s locked. It’s not.” Lys moved. The catwalk shuddered underfoot. Her knees ached. The failsafe ticked along, annoyed but not apocalyptic—for now.

She immediately shouted, “Don’t tear it apart! This is the seal the Red Moon pack set for the Dead Land pack!” Levi paid no attention to her, only hearing more and more sounds of cracks. A black crack appeared in the air, and Arista saw murky black gas emanating from it. Then, before the crack widened further, a stream of light emerged, as if there was a door opening in the air. He casually stepped into the door. Bond followed. Arista lay on Bond’s back, staring blankly at the door, getting closer. She was carried by Bond into the darkness.

The door to Noah’s home office was closed, but it wasn't locked. Aria pushed it open. The hinges, usually silent, groaned in the heavy quiet of the penthouse. The room was a cavern. The blackout curtains were drawn tight against the city lights, sealing the space in absolute darkness. The air was stale, recycling the scent of old paper and despair. "Noah?" Aria whispered. She leaned against the doorframe, her hand pressed to the wall for support. The walk from the living room had cost her; the ache in her pelvis was a low, throbbing warning. Go back to bed, her body screamed. Find him, her heart commanded.