All Chapters of Guardians of the dark world - Deadly desires Book 1 : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It may sound surprising as to why Stella had not taken the wounded guy to the hospital,she knew even if she were to take him to the hospital she would not be able to afford the medical expenses and he might die before being attended to, another thing is she was sure she could combine her science knowledge of medicine, after all she was a medical student and to add with her grandmother's ancient treatment she was so sure they could save his life.Grandmother Elizabeth all the while hadn't spoken a single word to her that she thought maybe the old lady had really forgotten her, her face had no any evidence of excitement at all,instead she maintained a straight expressionless face which really saddened her.Grandma Elizabeth gestured them to take Lucian through a sliding door on the wall to the inner room, one which both Stella and Morgan didn't know of it's existence until then, she led them in until they found a stone platform resembling an altar in the middle of the room, where she ges

Stella and Morgan stood by Lucian's bedside, they had had him transferred from their grandma's secret room to one of the guest rooms. Their gazes were unwavering as they monitored every flicker of his unconscious state. Lucian lay motionless, his vital organs stable but his consciousness was yet to return. It was already a week since his rescue and Grandma Elizabeth's disappearance. As the two watched over the patient they always created time to find their grandmother, but it was a shock to them when none of the neighbors could recall her at all, they were all clueless each time any of them was asked whether they had seen an old lady around, they didn't have a single recollection of her at all. As the hours passed by, Stella would meticulously check Lucian's vital signs, her trained medical instincts guiding her every move. Since there were no machines, she would improvise noting any fluctuations in his heart rate and oxygen levels. Morgan, equally dedicated, kept a close watch on L

It began with a distant echo, a thunderous voice reverberating through the void, commanding him not to proceed. The words were indistinct yet carried an undeniable weight, as though the universe itself warned against what he was about to do. Amid this ominous cacophony, a faint, ethereal voice cut through the darkness. It was a lady's voice, delicate yet filled with an urgent plea. "Save yourself," she whispered, her words swirling around the young boy like a haunting melody. Each syllable resonated with desperation, tugging at his heartstrings with an otherworldly allure. The voices intensified, each with desperation. The thunderous voice grew louder, a booming crescendo that shook his very core. It spoke of consequences, of irreversible choices that would alter the course of existence itself. Yet, the lady's voice persisted a fragile thread of hope amidst the encroaching despair. The vision enveloped him in a shroud of darkness that seemed to seep into his very soul and began t

The massive, obsidian throne gleamed darkly under a vast canopy of jagged rocks, casting faint reflections across the dimly lit chamber of hell’s core. Lucifer sat with an air of grim majesty, his posture as rigid as the stone around him, every line of his form etched with fury and a thousand lifetimes of resentment. His crimson eyes burned with the intensity of volcanic embers, a smoldering hatred directed at memories that plagued him with every passing millennium.He could feel it. The tether that bound him to his son was alive once more, pulsating with a faint, yet unmistakable energy. It throbbed like a second heartbeat, rekindling emotions he’d thought long were dead. His son was reborn, somewhere beyond the thick shadows and infernal barriers of hell. A tremor of urgency surged through him. He was not the only one reborn. The girl, her very name forbidden to be spoken of in hell, was likely to have been reborn and searching for him too. The girl who had once torn his heart and

It was already a week since the incident. The morning air was thick and oppressive as Lucian left his house, a faint weight pressing against his chest. He shook it off, or at least tried to, adjusting his suit jacket as he walked to his car. It wasn’t just the humidity that felt heavy; it was something that gnawed at him from the back of his mind like a faint hum of static he couldn’t shake. He felt as if he were being watched, though every time he looked over his shoulder, he saw nothing but empty driveways and silent, neatly trimmed-lawns. He slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes flickering to the rearview mirror instinctively. Empty. But the feeling didn’t leave. He let out a frustrated breath and started the car, the hum of the engine a temporary distraction as he pulled out of his driveway and onto the street. The feeling stayed with him as he navigated through the familiar city streets. It twisted his mood, curdling his thoughts and making