All Chapters of Guardians of the dark world - Deadly desires Book 1 : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Stella wandered through a vast, hollow cavern floating in the depths of space, illuminated by an eerie, pulsing red glow that leaked from the jagged cracks of nearby floating asteroids. Twisted trees loomed on either side of her. A cold mist seeped through the floor, swirling around her feet, as if the ground itself was alive and trying to pull her deeper into its clutches. In the shadows, she could make out a figure, a familiar shape moving with quiet, determined steps. He was following her. It was almost a comfort, but something about his presence here felt wrong, out of place. “Stella!” His voice called out, echoing eerily in the depths of the void. It was the voice she knew so well, deep and steady, with a warmth that used to make her feel safe. But here, in the oppressive darkness, it was strained, laced with something she couldn’t place. “Stella, wait!” She quickened her pace, navigating through the thorny undergrowth. “You don’t belong here! Please, just go back to your f

Xavier approached Grandma Rosie's house house with a growing sense of dread. The house sat at the end of a narrow, overgrown street. It was quiet, unnervingly so. The silence pressed against him as he approached the cracked pavement leading up to the house, and he took a deep breath before stepping forward. This was the only place he knew he could find her. The house looked abandoned. The windows were dark, and the paint was peeling as if no one had lived here in months. Weeds curled up around the edges of the porch. He shivered, wrapping his jacket tighter around himself. “Stella? Hello. Anyone home!” He called softly, hoping his voice would draw her out, but the silence answered him back. Xavier moved toward the door, noticing it was slightly ajar. He nudged it open and slipped inside, his gaze sweeping the room. The faint scent of dust and old wood filled his nose as he took in the emptiness. The furniture was untouched but covered in a layer of dust. He walked slowly, eyes sc

Stella tightened her coat around herself, feeling the cold bite of the autumn air as she walked to her grandmother's house. The path before her was mostly empty, lined with bare trees, their branches casting dark, reaching shadows under the moonlight. She walked briskly, listening to the crunch of fallen leaves beneath her feet, the only sound breaking the silence of the evening. Yet, as quiet as the path was, Stella couldn’t shake the sensation that she was not alone. At first, it was just a tickle in the back of her mind early in the morning as she was going to work. She’d brushed it off as nothing more than her own imagination. But as she continued, the feeling only intensified. Stella’s heartbeat quickened. The sense of being watched wrapped around her prickling her skin with unease. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing nothing but darkness. The empty road stretched behind her, the shadows unmoving, silent. But the feeling didn’t go away. Her pace quickened instinctively, he

Stella squinted her eyes. The harsh, sterile light overhead pierced her vision, making her wince. She groaned softly, feeling a sharp, dull ache pulsing across her face and around her torso. Every movement seemed like a hassle to her. Her mind was foggy, as though wrapped in gauze, but fragments started to come back to her.The gala. The highway. Lucian.Her breath caught, and her fingers reflexively gripped the sheets, clinging to them. Images flashed through her mind, the hum of the road beneath them, Lucian calling her name, his hand reaching for her, the explosion, and then darkness.“Stella?”She turned her head slowly, her gaze settling on Morgan. Her brother’s ocean blue eyes were wide with concern, his face pale, etched with worry. He looked like he hadn’t slept for days, dark circles shadowing his normally sharp features. His hand rested on hers, his fingers trembling slightly.“You are awake,” he said, his voice thick with relief. He tried to smile, but the worry in his eyes

The Eternal Spire.In a boundless, luminous realm, the room pulsed with a life of its own enclosed by shiny black stone walls that shimmered faintly with a silvery hue. Whispers of forgotten voices curled around the edges of the space, merging with the flickering light of spectral flames that hovered above a massive black table at its center. Xavier sat at the head of the table, his sharp, angular features partially obscured by the fluctuating light. His pale eyes bore into the twelve individuals seated before him, each a master in their own right. The guardian's protector, his elite task force, was a collection of talents unmatched in the mortal realm. "Silence!" Xavier's commanded, his voice cutting through the murmurs of conversation, a chilling authority in his tone. The expanse responded, muting the otherworldly whispers, making the silence more oppressive. The assembled figures straightened in their seats. Tonight the tension in the air was suffocating, and their leade