Build My Gallows High Novel Novels & Stories

"Then keep hating me'' he growled. He didnt wait for a reply . He leaned down and crushed his lips against mine. It wasnt a 'clinical' kiss like the wedding . This was a war. It was desperate, dark, and tasted like exensive gin and shared secrets. I felt his tounge and mine meet and for a moment I forgot the stolen trust, I forgot Jax and I forgot the cage. I kissed him back with much hunger that teriffeed me. The moment we pulled back. Everything went dark. Hey guys im so sorry for the short chapters including this one. I go to work and school so by the time i get home i usually sleep i romise the next ones are gonna be longer. Thank you again to my first 100 views . This is my first ever b

[The Whisper in the Dark] The darkness was not merely an absence of light; it was a physical weight, pressing against Ivy’s eyes and filling her throat with the taste of ancient dust and sea salt. The heavy grinding of the stone wall sealing shut had echoed like the closing of a tomb, severing the last thread connecting her to the world above. Now, there was only the damp cold of the cellar, the rhythmic crashing of the Atlantic against the cliffs outside, and the ragged, wet breathing of the woman who wanted to kill her.

That Winnie had died in the ballroom, smothered by the very shadows that had saved her. ​The climb to the High Tower was long and arduous. By the time we reached the heavy oak door at the summit, my legs were shaking from exhaustion and the lingering aftereffects of the shadow flare. The guards shoved me inside without a word, the heavy door slamming shut behind me with a finality that echoed in my soul. I heard the rasp of the iron bolt and the hum of the protective runes as they were activated, sealing me in a gilded cage at the top of the world. ​I was alone.

I would have spotted two or three omegas carrying out their duties, but this time, I saw no one. I would have loved to see someone at least point me in the direction of the gallows, but as that was not happening, I had only my sense of smell to rely on. Thankfully, it did not fail me. In less than ten minutes of wandering around, I was able to find a building I was sure was the gallows. The dozen of guards standing still outside also said as much. Stilling my nerves, I descended the narrow staircase, being careful not to make any sound.

Words jumped up in bold: [Next station: Dracula Castle.] Willa’s jaw dropped to the ground. This was her novel. Her most successful and most haunting. Her palms clasped together, sweat springing from her forehead. She glanced at the handsome man, but he looked unfazed, like he’d gone through this a thousand times. She opened her mouth to say something, but the speaker chimed once more. [ Player 07, welcome on board. Die fabulously, for the audience.] [Rule no 1: The fancier the death… The higher the payout]

The author conduit between it and my chest tugged with every beat—an insistent, draining pull. It wasn’t just drawing power from me. It was trying to bleed me out. I landed on a chunk of castle parapet, boots skidding on wet stone that had no business being wet in this room. The next tile over was a gondola car from the Ferris wheel, hanging half over nothing, swaying madly. “Willa!” Jax yelled, pipe up as he smashed a half‑formed drone that had clawed its way out of a neon alley seam.

The horses are gone. Panic rises so fast my chest physically locks. No. No no no— I suck in a ragged breath and force myself upright despite the pain shooting through my ankle. Rain drenches me instantly, my hair sticking to my face while thunder growls overhead. Then through the storm, I see it. Far in the distance, silver-lit towers rising against the dark mountains. The Imperial Palace. My lungs tighten. It’s close enough. I laugh weakly. “Oh my God,” I breathe. “This fucking novel is trying to kill me.”

The hallway stretches before me, a path to freedom, to Hades, and to reclaiming my life. — I follow the maid's instructions, tracing the path she outlined, but my progress is agonizingly slow. Each step drains my energy, leaving me breathless. My lungs burn, protesting the exertion. I reach the empty hallway, its silence a blessing. I continue forward, my eyes fixed on the shattered window, my sole escape route. Fear grips me – How the heck can I survive jumping from this height? But the alternative, facing Denzel's men, is unthinkable. The building's walls seem to close in around me, their instability unsettling. I quicken my pace, anxious to escape before collapse or capture.

Reid said suddenly, his tone dropping, final. Two men grabbed me, jerking me to my feet. My knees buckled, my body too weak to fight. My heart plummeted as his next words hit me like a death sentence. “Take her to the gallows. I’m done with her.” Silence. A silence so heavy it smothered me. The gallows. My head spun, the words circling, crashing. The gallows, the place criminals met their end, swinging lifeless from a rope. Oh no.