The Lost World Doyle Novel Novels & Stories

Eleven people in a room that felt smaller than it was — council members on one side, Nix and Dylan on the far bench, Maya beside Alec with her reading glasses still on from the cabin. He told them what the journal was. He told them the name on the inside cover. He told them the age of it — the dates in the first entries, the math that put the writer in 1870s America, the math that put him alive and hunting their daughter now. The room absorbed that. "Read it," Soren said. Alec opened the journal to the second entry. He read it the way Vargr wrote it — without ceremony, without inflection, just the words.

I leaned my forehead against the cold glass and whispered, “You’ll regret this, Dante Moretti.” Outside, the wind howled against the building like a promise. And somewhere, deep in my chest, something new was born. Not the girl who loved him. Not the girl who begged. But the woman who would burn his world to the ground.

He fell deaf, he couldn’t hear anything but the ringing sound inside his head. “DYLAN!!!” his mother’s hysterical scream pulled him back to his senses. Dianne screams in horror as she did everything she could to catch her son and made sure he doesn’t fell on the floor hard, especially his head. Fear immediately crept on Dean’s body the moment he saw his brother lying on the floor with blood oozing from his chest. Dean felt like his legs were giving out as his knees were getting weak. His whole body is trembling. He tried to move but he couldn't. His mother’s voice calling out for him made him snap out of it. He quickly ran towards them and kneeled in front of his bleeding brother. He wondere