Novel & Cerita Fourth Sorrowful Mystery

It thought to have reside deep within, spread to who-knows-where after trully materialize into existence. “Bloody,” the plea of voices filled my mind, “gore!” I stumble upon, catching my breath as I cough a mouthful of blood. I wouldn't able to question what's just happen, I merely look through the bottom of his eyes, the deep sorrow and longing was the only thing that keeps me from trying to breath. There's something in that eyes that I couldn't fully understand, a mystery that fell me into unresistable agony. Or was it a desire?

Jagged cracks of violet light tore through the salt-flats, and from those cracks, they emerged. They weren't bright like the Moon Goddess’s light. They were shadows made of ash and memory. Thousands of them. The ghosts of every wolf the Council had "harvested" across four centuries. They didn't have faces, but they had teeth. They didn't have voices, but they had a rhythm. The Fourth Door was open. The Salt Sentinels recoiled, their obsidian eyes flickering with the first taste of true fear. Even the Widow, Sarka, took a step back, her red cloak fluttering like a wounded wing.

His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—rage, fear, and a strange, unfamiliar sorrow that gnawed at him from within. But as darkness fell over the forest, it became clear that April had vanished without a trace. The search was called off, and the Clan members returned to the mansion, empty-handed and heavy-hearted. --- **BLOODY SINNER'S** Lucifer stood alone in his chambers, staring out the window at the forest that had swallowed April whole. The bloodstain haunted him, a stark reminder of how little control he truly had. The woman who had challenged him, defied him, and now eluded him—she had slipped through his fingers.