Aria Of Sorrow Black Door Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Don’t open that door.” Aria stared at the shadows gathering at the edges of the wood. Her pulse thundered. A voice, broken, distant, aching slipped through the cracks. “Aria… please…” Selene’s magic flared in panic. “Aria, don’t you dare…” But Aria was already stepping forward, confusion crashing inside her like storm waves. She reached for the door. Her fingers touched the handle. A whisper slid through again, soft as smoke: “Let me in…” Aria inhaled sharply… and pulled the door open.

The killer smiled and glanced at the room where the voice came from. "Hehehehehe, soul, soul, more soul..." he stepped towards the room while repeatedly chanting the word. The tip of the sword was pointing below, where blood from his parents was dripping on it. "W-Wait! Stooooop! No! Not my sister! Please not my sister..." He cried. Yman weakly crawled. But the killer did not stop and continued stepping inside the room. "Waaaaaaaaaahhhh! Mother, father, Big broooo! Where are you? I'm afraid, I'm afraid, please, don't leave me..."

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

More footsteps were heard approaching in the corridor. A new figure appeared in the doorway. Tall, dark-haired, with silver eyes that looked like Aria's but had no fire like hers. This had to be Raven. "Ah, here's the famous Alpha Blackthorne," he said, "I've heard so much about you." "Have you?" I growled, instinctively pulling against my chains. "Oh yes. Aria has told me all about her former mate. How you rejected her and banished her. How you broke her spirit." Raven's smile was sharp as a blade. "But look at her now. Look what she's becoming without your... limitations holding her back."

I finally found Aria in the last room, huddled in a corner, sobbing into her knees. “Aria.”

Instead, it felt like fingers beckoning her—inviting, persuading. "Rowan…" Her voice was scarcely a whisper. "It desires me to open it." "Over my dead body." She offered him a small, almost sorrowful smile. "That’s precisely what it wants." His jaw clenched. "Aria—" But it was already too late. The instant she placed her hand on the warped metal, the entire door shattered like fragile glass. The red light burst forth, enveloping them both in a wave of heat so intense that Rowan stumbled backward. Aria stood firm, her hair swirling around her as if caught in a tempest.

“Who? The core?” Aria nodded, eyes unfocused. “She’s not using words. Not like language. She’s… showing something.” “What is she showing?” I demanded. Aria pressed a hand to her chest, breath trembling. “A door.” Clara’s storm crackled. “A door where?” Aria swallowed hard. “Inside us.” A chill crawled down my spine. Then the chamber pulsed again Silver. Aria gasped, clutching her ribcage. Storm. Clara staggered, lightning sparking along her skin.

The obsidian sky of Emberfall bled crimson as the sun dipped behind the jagged peaks of the Dragon’s Spine. Below, in the courtyard of the Iron Citadel, the air was thick with the scent of fear and the metallic tang of blood. Aria Blackwood didn't cry. Tears were a luxury she had been beaten out of years ago. Instead, she stood bound in heavy silver-dampening chains, her knees hitting the jagged gravel as her 'father,' Alpha Fenris, kicked her forward.