Mary An Awakening Of Terror 소설 & 이야기

RAVENNA POV Suddenly, a sharp tingling sensation shot through the scar, spreading warmth through my veins. It felt like something awakening inside me, a pulse of energy that flickered with life. I gasped, eyes wide, as I sensed a presence curling within me. Mia, sensing my discomfort came back to my side, whining as she rubbed my leg. "I'm fine," I said, even though I felt anything but. "I'm fine." But just as quickly as it arrived, it vanished, leaving me breathless and disoriented. I staggered back, pressing my palm against my chest as if to contain whatever had surged through me.

An evil smile crept onto his face as he moved the omega and himself to a position that gave me a straight view of his engorged shaft thrusting in and out of her core. I felt like I was suffocating in an instant and the pressure began building inside my head. The pain was throbbing and almost unbearable. I was strong but not this strong. I was crying, hunched over trying to hold myself together long enough to get out of that room and away from my mate. I couldn’t explain how I reached the back door to the back yard, but I did. My skin was itchy and coated in a layer of sweat. I had a sudden urge. I slowly realized my wolf was trying to surface! I was trying to shift!

I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to turn around. I had the urge in my thoughts to tell me to speak to him. I pulled back, wondering if I could recognize the face I was seeing. I have probably met the particular physical being I'm seeing right now. Carefully, remembering that drilled into my head, even trying to recall all past events that had happened in my life. Nearly anxious, I turned to the right, and rapidly I opened my mouth.” “Do I know you before” I said. He was surprised by the question I asked. He kept quiet, and after a few seconds he said, are you ‘Mary’.

I controlled my breathing, still pretending to be unconscious, even when I felt Zane pick up my hand and cradle it in his. “Is there any way to wake her up?” the King asked. Again, I opened my mouth to tell them that I was already awake, but I was glad I didn’t, based on what the doctor said next. “Well,” the doctor sighed. “If you are her mate, perhaps you could try the ancient method to wake up your mate.” The ancient method? Again, my heart raced. “Take off your clothes and your mate’s…” Before I could finish listening to Dr. Devonworth's explanation, a dizzy sensation swept over me, and I slipped back into darkness...

Both of them think I’m dead. And he’s about to open me up and get rid of my guts. Panic starts to burn within me, and in return, it revs up the rest of my system, pulling me away from this deep and dark stupor. I jolt awake as fast as I can, forcing myself to sit up as I open my eyes. “ARGH!” Madame Mara screams. The man staggers back and almost sends a candle holder toppling on the floor. I don’t know what to say. They’re both pale, watching me with horrified faces and hands on their heart. I blink, slowly taking deep breaths and registering the surroundings.

⸻ 🌙 The Awakening The darkness below the mansion started moving. Not like smoke. Not like shadows. Like something alive. 🌑 Something enormous. Something ancient. 💀 Thousands of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️ Watching. Waiting. Hungry. 😨 The man in black stepped forward. For the first time, fear appeared on his face. 💔 “It’s awake.” Aariz looked toward the staircase. His silver eyes filled with panic.

I sprinted toward the cabin while Mother hurried in from the garden, dirt still clinging to her hands. We reached the spare room at the same time. The sight that greeted us stopped me in my tracks. The girl was awake. She stood in the middle of the wreckage, chest rising and falling rapidly. Broken plates littered the floor around her. A cupboard had been knocked over, and shards of glass glittered across the floorboards. For someone who had been unconscious for three days, she had certainly recovered enough to destroy a room. When she spotted us, she stumbled backward and snatched up a jagged piece of broken glass.

I counted four before I stopped being able to count, my mind snagging instead on the way they moved, all of them with that same unhurried, patient gait, like time meant something different to them than it did to the rest of us. "Ryan." My fingers found his arm again, gripping hard enough that I'd probably leave marks. "Tell me you see them too." "I see them." "Tell me what they are." "I don't know." Martha had gone rigid beside me, her breathing gone shallow and fast in a way I'd never once heard from her, not in six years of watching her stand steady through things that should have broken her. "Ryan," she said, and there was something in her voice I'd never heard there either. Fear. Real fe

I will not stay dead. I thrashed, kicking my legs, trying to break Gemma’s hold so I could claw for the side of the tub. I fought against Richard and Gemma, but it did nothing. Water sloshed over the edge, soaking the floor. My arms shook. My chest burned. My lungs screamed. And yet… somewhere beneath the panic, the terror, and the certainty of death, something else stirred. A spark of something I had never felt before. Anger, yes. Power, yes. A dark, delicious taste of what it might be like to actually fight back.

With gasping breaths and a chest heaving madly, I slowly raised my head, fighting the agony tearing through my brain. At the end of the hallway, no more than five meters away from me, a woman with a sweet yet elegant face stood frozen. Her long, auburn hair cascaded beautifully over her shoulders. But her face was deathly pale, as if all the blood in her veins had just been completely drained. Mary. Her large, beautiful eyes were widened to their absolute limits, radiating horror, shock, and absolute disbelief. She stared at me as if she were looking at a ghost rising from the depths of hell. Her legs trembled so violently that she nearly lost her balance.