Aria Of Sorrow Black Door Romane & Geschichten

Selric stopped. “Behind this lies the Gate of Silence the last seal. Only you can open it.” Aria stepped forward, her heart racing. She raised her hand. The mark on her shoulder blazed. The door began to shift. But before it fully opened Boom! A black blast shattered the stone. Selric screamed. Aria was thrown backward, skidding across the floor. And from the dust stepped a woman dressed in jagged black crystal armor, her silver hair floating like smoke. Aria’s breath caught.

“You’re here to stop me.” The truth exploded between them. The other Ariana finally spoke— Her voice no longer calm. No longer guiding. But sharp. Urgent. “Don’t open it.” Ariana’s chest tightened. “Open what?” The other Ariana’s eyes flickered toward something behind Ariana. Slowly— Ariana turned. And there it was. Another door. Different from the first. This one wasn’t black. It was— Glitching. Unstable. Like it didn’t belong anywhere.

She turned to the window, staring down at the silent academy. Aria’s dorm was dark. The girl was asleep. Lira had confirmed it. And yet the door had answered. To whom? To what? Her hands clenched. “It wasn’t her,” she murmured. “It couldn’t have been.” But deep down, she knew. The door didn’t respond to power. It responded to blood. To memory. To her. And if Aria hadn’t gone to the door… Then how had it awakened? Unless. Is there some else?

“Give me a second—” Ryan did not wait. He pressed his hand against the cold stone, closing his eyes as the bond flickered again, weak and breaking. “Hold on,” he whispered under his breath. Inside, Aria felt a vibration. It was deep and resonant, like something striking the foundations of the world itself. Her awareness flickered, fading into the dark, but she felt that last sensation. The door was breaking. Her eyes closed, and the darkness finally took her.

And I, Aria Blackwood, would take back what was mine. The plan began to form, simple and terrible. Destroy the runes. Break the altar. Stop the ritual. The night held its breath. I smiled into the dark. ****

The street looked quiet, but a black car was parked across the road with its lights off. Aria quickly closed the blinds and stepped back. She told herself she was being paranoid. But deep down she knew better. As she turned off the lights in her apartment, there was a soft knock on her door. Her body went rigid. It was almost 2 AM. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen and approached the door slowly. Through the peephole she saw no one. But right outside on the floor sat a small black box with a white ribbon. Aria didn’t open the door.

Kael screamed as he fell, his fingers clawing at the edge. Lucien turned to Aria, breathing hard. “Close it. Now.” Aria nodded, pressing her hand harder against the stone. The door began to close. Kael’s hand shot up, grabbing the edge. “You can’t stop me! I’ll find another way!” Lucien drove his blade down. Silence. The door sealed with a final, heavy thud. The ground stopped shaking. It was over. --- Aria collapsed to her knees, exhaustion hitting her all at once.

Her mother’s voice. Aria turned toward the darkness. The stone door continued closing. The stranger grabbed her arm. “Don’t listen.” But Aria was already staring into the darkness. A figure stood at the far end of the passage. She couldn’t see the face. Only the outline. Then the figure spoke again. “Don’t trust the keeper.” Aria’s eyes widened. The stranger’s grip tightened around her wrist. Jonathan shouted her name. The stone door was almost closed. Aria had one second to choose.

Date = 4 August Place = San Francisco (Black Pit - family graveyard) POV - Enrique Aria’s voice sounds up, thin but strong. “I don’t think she’d want us to be sad, you know. Kiara.” I swallow hard. My throat burns. “She’d want a fight. A scene. A hell of a lot of noise. She’d want us to get the bastards who did this to her.” “We will.” A small smile tugs at Aria’s lips, though her eyes are wet.

“Here.” He opened the door to one of the buildings and stepped inside. I followed, careful with my grip on Aria Blackwood. Her body was warm, too warm. Her chest rose and fell under my arm, each breath shallow but steady. Blood still soaked part of her clothes. Not as fast as before, but enough to keep me on edge. “Damn it,” Thane snapped. “Darla, where’s Malek?” A teenager wandered out of the back room, hands in her pockets. Jeans. T-shirt. Too relaxed for what she was about to see. The moment her eyes landed on Aria, her posture stiffened.