Novel & Cerita Build My Gallows High Novel

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Hollis**** The mansion’s corridors were a labyrinth of decay, reeking of mildew and forgotten secrets. Each step echoed like a distant scream, and the oppressive silence wrapped around us like a predator waiting to strike. The air was thick, each breath heavy with the stench of rot, and every creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. I kept my grip firm on Hailey’s hand, her warmth grounding me even as icy dread crept further into my soul.

My mouth tasted bitter and despite the night chilly wind, bullet beads of sweat wrapped up my forehead. Am I also going to die like this? I remembered my parent's execution as I fastened my gaze on the gallows ahead. No! I must fight to live, I must fight to the end. But how do I fight the monster waiting at the end of my life? Fury and fear burned inside of me- mixed with the aura that oozed from the ruthless man sitting ahead, I crumbled and hit the ground. I stopped crawling but the guards wouldn't have it, they dragged me on the ground, bruising my already bruised body.

Only a handful of people looked like they pitied me. I stuck my chin up in the air and looked ahead to appear nonchalant, but it was a terrible mistake. I saw the three gallows in the middle of the town square. Each wooden structure had five men hanging by their necks, dead, feet swaying in the air as if swinging along with the breeze.

I think I see pity in his eyes. I'm shoved from behind. I stagger forward. I'm marched across the courtyard to the gallows. Another guard awaits. He has a small black hood in his paws. I walk up the steps to the platform. I look around for the girl from the cell. Where is she? The guard places the hood over my head.I start to panic. Was I wrong to trust her? I can't see. But I can feel the noose as it is looped around my neck.

An enormous staircase led up to a pair of doors carved with symbols I couldn’t name. I decided that I was indeed being taken to the gallows—a vintage gallow straight out of a fantasy film. Inside, the music was low, an undercurrent of strings that sounded like distant thunder. Chandeliers hung like constellations, not the soft warmth of a ballroom but the cold glitter of stars seen through winter glass.

More than a hundred meters in front of it was the national highway leading to the next city. The building looked 80% complete with rough and unfinished walls and windows and was still sorrounded by scaffoldings that were stained by the passing time. It has a three story and a rooftop. Gale has no idea what this building is for and why it was abandoned on its almost completed state. But that doesn't matter now as he was focused on completing the quest that was given to him. When the kidnappers got out of the van, Gale immediately hid behind a nearby tree while peeking at his target trying to watch and observe ther movements.

" Just put the jalopy down and get out of then. Go to the basement and stay there. Do not ruin tonight." They did not demand an reason. They just formed a wall of muscle around Carl and steered him toward the dining hall. As they passed, Carl’s gashes faded. He looked me dead in the eye and mouthed You’re fucking dead. Night fell. The Hale Manor was ablaze, a lamp of power in the megacity. The scent of seared steak and precious tobacco choked the air. I stood at the reverse of the chamber, put away behind a marble pillar like a gargoyle. A ghost at my own wake.

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

She was holding her notebook. "Elara! Vane! Look!" She pointed to the last page of the notebook. A new paragraph was writing itself in real-time, in a gold ink that hadn't existed five minutes ago. “The End of the Story was burned, but the Drafts remain. And the First Draft of the New World has just been rejected by the Publisher.” The ground beneath the manor groaned. But it wasn't an earthquake. A massive, celestial shadow fell over the house. Elara looked up and saw a giant, golden pen miles long descending from the clouds.