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Didn’t even flinch. His scarred hand tightened. The creature thrashed violently. The small room shook. Lena had nowhere to move. Nowhere to breathe. Riven’s body pinned her between him and the wall as he fought it. His arm pressed against her shoulder. His breath hit her neck. The creature screamed louder. Lena’s pulse went wild. Everything felt too close. Too intense. Too terrifying. Then— the creature vanished. Silence. Riven’s body remained pressed against hers for one dangerous second.

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

I took a deep breath and took a few steps inside, touching my stomach unconsciously. The air was cooler here, thick with the scent of old stone and forgotten power. It looked like a small inner chamber itself, old books littered around, cobwebs cut across every corner in the room, it was old, it was stuffy, I took few more steps and stepped on something rather unusual A skeleton!! Screaming for help, immediately I held back my mouth as I was covered in sweat, fear gripping me as I looked back to study the shadow that lurked around, I felt it and I was used to listening to my instincts.

No harm done. Olivia opened the book, but she didn’t understand it. Her hands shook while the book glowed with a ghoulish amethyst light. She dropped it and moved away when smoke spiraled from it. At the same time, Olivia heard an eerie cackle and saw the vision of a tall elegant woman dressed in a black gown. The little girl stared open-mouthed at the lady with crimson, lilac hair and yellow horns protruding from her head. Olivia’s body trembled.

"I ran into a group of bullies when I came out of the restroom. Lester was trying to protect me so they beat him up too!" At the same time, a few of thugs stomped their way into the room. "Well well well! See what we got here! This little sexy students looked so yummy to my eyes! Oh what a grand feast will be having for tonight!" The group of thugs drooled when they saw selena and her female classmates. Their lecherous gazed swept across the pairs of fair, slender legs with malicious intent. "So you are the ones who've had beaten up my pal?" Wendel stepped up and ask coldly.

I flipped forwards once more. Excerpt from Lilith’s Journal: They are all dead or lost and it is my fault I was weak, I remain weak, my hunger from blood increases every day, and Esther, she hunts me. She cast out the shadow, that promised light and buried whatever was left. I fear the world will never be the same, I fear Esther will never be the same. I watched as my fears became “You have to be kidding me” I whispered out loud as I flipped to the last translation but there wasn’t much there.

Inside the mansion, one of Alexa's faithful servants, timidly entered Alexa's bedroom, calling out, "My lady? What do you want to eat for lunch?" The bedroom, silent and still, offered no reply. Her eyes then fell upon the bed, the blankets soaked with dark, ominous stains. A scream tore from her throat, raw and filled with terror when she realized it was blood, someone's under the blanket, bleeding to death, she thought. She stumbled out of the bedroom into the hallway, her face ashen, her scream still echoing louder off the walls. The sound was a beacon of horror, drawing the inhabitants of the mansion from their afternoon rest. Jean, Gilbert, and Renata, among others, converged in the cor

CHAPTER SIXTY SIX RYKER Roxanne looked terrified and bewildered at the same time. She glared at the book as if trying to understand my words. “A curse?” “Yes,” I said and continued. “My mother would scream and say things we couldn't understand and we began to wonder who Lilith was. That name had haunted me and Selina from that day till date. Sometimes she would enter a trace and wouldn't snap from it for about a day or two. Then gossip began to go around that Luna was insane.

There, in the margins, Weston’s ghost lived on in faint scrawl: “I trust you… to burn me if you must.” Savannah approached, each breath taut with fury stitched into control. She was a daughter, a mother, a weapon now. "You taught me fear," she said. Her voice wasn't loud—it corroded. Lucia didn’t blink. Her fingers moved over the notebook, pausing like she could read its contents through touch. Her expression was the practiced neutrality of empires—perfectly still, faintly disapproving. "Fear is currency," Lucia murmured. "My currency."

Or maybe even seduce her. But none came. Her face remained straight. No trace of worry or fear. He sniffed the air around her again, like a dog making sure if she is his owner and not some impostor. Alain regretted it. He shouldn’t have done sniffing and smelling. Sheila’s scent still clings to the walls, her dry blood probably still beneath the newly-cemented ground and on the rusty metal door. He can taste Sheila’s fears and torment in the same air. Sasha’s mother has probably gone worse than her daughter. But both experienced monstrosity under the Steele cousins: Jonas Steele, Sasha’s father, and Cal Steele.