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Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.

Liora’s P.O.V. My world tilted sideways. “What?” The words struck me like a dagger. My mind went blank completely, unable to process the lethal blow that was hurled on me. I opened my mouth, struggling to speak, but all that came out was a strangled whisper. “No… that’s… impossible!” The hall had gone deathly silent. All eyes turned towards us, but I barely noticed anyone except Scarlett. Her face was pale, her lips trembling as she pressed her hand over her belly.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Added Ezio, and I could picture the shrug he had given as he broke the news, acting a though such a thing was common. I had never been as afraid of silence in my entire life as I was right now, the various vampires of the room now all staring at ME; some in anger, others in awe, but most of them in confusion. I couldn’t help but stare at them through my lashes, I needed to know if they made a move against me, if I were to die, I wanted to see it coming. I wanted to be prepared for the final blow. “Does ANYONE have any questions?” Silas asked the room, breaking the silence.

The moment the room fell back into a quiet, shadowed dark, the invisible wire in my chest gave another sharp, violent jerk. Across the Blackwater Sea, hidden deep within the unnatural fog of the archipelago, the identical frequency was pulsing in the dark. It was days away, delayed by the tides and the cold, but the connection was tightening. As Silas's breathing leveled out into the heavy rise and fall of sleep, I lay wide awake in the dark, my eyes locked on the western window, waiting for a storm that had already claimed half my soul.

The absolute silence inside the boardroom lasted longer than I had thought. The moment Victor collapsed against the screen, clutching his chest like a man who had just looked into his own grave, his eyes never left my mother. “…Mary,” he whispered again, his voice cracking. Silas’s grip on my hand remained tight; he still didn’t release me despite everything happening around us. He didn't look at Victor’s pathetic state—he didn’t even care. He knew, just as well as I did, that a cornered rat like Victor wouldn't play his final hand without a backup weapon, so he just wasn’t bothered yet.

Here’s Chapter 20 – Echoes of Betrayal for Ghost on the Highway, taking the story to its most intense, emotional, and shocking point yet, with a cliffhanger that will leave readers desperate for the next instalment. --- CHAPTER TWENTY – ECHOES OF BETRAYAL The scrapyard was a war zone. Flames licked the steel carcasses of old cars, sending twisted shadows dancing across the asphalt. Smoke choked the night, curling around everything like a living thing. My chest burnt, every breath a struggle, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t look away. Saint hovered above the wreckage, eyes glowing red, untouchable, like some god of vengeance. And beside him… Elena. Alive. Smiling. The betrayal cut deeper than

The Heir laughed again, a sound of pure psychological terror, as Dante’s eyes rolled back and his body went limp in my arms. (Watch out for Chapter 256) 💬 Add to library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Send Gifts Thank you readers.

Chapter 25 The room was quieter than a grave, but the silence cut deeper than any blade. My chest was a storm, and I hadn’t moved from my chair since the silver glow on her waist seared itself into my memory. The book lay open on my lap, its pages trembling with the twitch of my restless fingers. Three deaths. Three awakenings. The words clawed at me like a curse I couldn’t tear free from. “How are you awake, and how are you here?” The question slipped out, brittle, unsteady, half disbelief, half threat. My wolf should have been on edge, but instead, every coil of tension in me twisted into something dangerous, almost ecstatic.

I thought I had succeeded, but when I started running down the rugged path, Leah was standing there with two vicious rogues behind her. She smiled eerily. "Yvonne, where do you think you're going?" I turned around to run, but the rogues knocked me unconscious with a sedative. When I woke up, I was standing on the second-floor balcony. There was a bustling crowd of werewolf guests below. Leah stood at the edge with my daughter in her arms. I forced myself to stand and tried to grab my daughter. Leah looked at me with a cruel smile on her face. "Come take her."