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"Seo-yeon Lee! Where are you?! Seo-yeon! Please, answer me!", I turned around to follow the sound only to find darkness surrounding me from everywhere. "Where am I? Who is calling me? Why is this place so scary and dark?", I murmured to myself. " Seo-yeon Lee!", I heard the same deep voice."Why can't I move my body? I'm scared. Wait a minute, this sound, it sounds familiar. Very much familiar. Is it that boy named Ryung Gwan's voice?", I inquired as I tried my best to follow the sound.

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

Sharon cried out as she chased her. Lectures once again was uneventful and Daniel managed to stay focused. Though he couldn’t get the feeling out of his mind that something terrible was about to happen. He couldn’t place his finger on it but the danger alert button on his brain kept blinking red. If there was one special gift he had, it was the ability to anticipate bad omen. As much as he tried to shake it off, it always came back to stick to his mind like glue. By 6pm, lectures were over. He stood up and was about to leave the class when his phone buzzed. It was an inbox from an unknown number. Opening it, he saw a message:

Chapter 134: Abyss of Regrets DAMIEN’S POV I woke with a violent gasp, my body slamming against something that felt like cold stone yet dissolved into smoke the moment I touched it. The impact rattled through my bones, stealing the air from my lungs. Darkness stretched in every direction, an endless, suffocating void that pressed against my skin with icy, probing fingers. It wasn't a mere absence of light. This darkness breathed, it watched, and it hungered.

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

A horrifying, multi-layered screech echoed through the vacuum as dark matter bled from the sky. But the Architect was vast. Millions more eyes opened, glowing with a toxic, blinding purple fury. "YOU MERELY DELAY THE INEVITABLE, WARDEN," the Architect’s voice ground against our skulls. "YOUR MORTAL MATE IS ALREADY BURNING OUT. HE HAS NO FANGS HERE."

“Only then.” Marcus turned toward me sharply. “You can hear them now? Without it being opened?” I nodded, not entirely sure how to explain it beyond the simple fact of it. “Then perhaps,” Marcus said slowly, “you can read it.” “If you cannot read it,” Dominic said, and there was something in his voice I couldn’t quite name, not cruelty, but a pointed kind of practicality, “what makes you believe she can?” “The language in that book has resisted every attempt at translation,” Marcus said. “By scholars, by seers, by three different categories of gifted wolves. None of them could hear anything without the book being opened. She hears it closed.” He looked at me. “That is not coincidence.”