All Chapters of MAD END'S DECEPTION: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ARAHThe vampire lunged swiftly. Her reflexes kicked in, and she threw herself sideways, rolling against the cold tile just as his hand smashed into the wall, inches from where she’d been. He snarled, his nails dragging across the tiles, sending a jagged screech through the air that made her teeth ache.His other hand slashed toward her, but she ducked just in time and bolted for the door. Her heart raced, every nerve screaming at her to run, her breath coming fast and shallow. But before she could even reach for the handle, a gust of air hit her as the vampire leaped—effortless, silent—landing in front of her with a thud.She stumbled back.His head snapped toward her, jerky and unsettling, his red eyes unblinking. A tremor ran through his lean frame, and he looked like he could barely contain his hunger. His fingers twitched, itching to tear into her.Her mouth went dry. Of all the beings she could have run into tonight...

ARAHThey said Baccayo Prison had been around long before Caylao Island became the tourist hotspot it is today. As the island grew more popular, people just pretended it didn’t exist—like an ugly scar that no one wanted to mention. The local government quietly pushed it out of sight, never talking about it, so it wouldn’t spook the tourists. The prison was isolated, tucked far away from the beaches and resorts, near the jungle and a rough, restless sea—hard to reach.Arah had never imagined she would set foot in this place. Not only was she about to be near dangerous criminals, but she was also being escorted by a witch whose coven wanted to take whatever power they believed she possessed.Fate surely had a wicked sense of humor.Their car stopped before a massive, rusted iron gate flanked by tall concrete walls topped with barbed wire. Overhead, dim lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on the road. Two uniformed guards stood in watchtowers on either side of the gate, rifles slung

ARAHThe room Alaunus led her to was one of the cells, but it was larger than she’d imagined. Spacious, even, for a place meant to cage someone. The air was cold, a stark contrast to the warmth below, even without air conditioning. It smelled better here, with smoke drifting from a bundle of burning herbs—the same thing Roselia had used to cleanse their house.A small rectangular window was cut into the stone wall above. A metal cover with tiny holes lay over it, filtering the moonlight into thin, white beams. The light trickled down like rain, pooling onto the crystals lined up across wooden tables propped against the wall. The glow bounced softly from crystal to crystal, spreading like a delicate web of light, shimmering faintly on the walls.Symbols—dozens of them—were scrawled across the stone walls. Most were open-palmed hands, each with a spiral in the center. Her eyes followed them, and she swallowed hard when she noticed the deep red stains marking the designs.“Is that... blo

ARAHJoy swelled in her chest. Gildeon being beside her was all she needed to feel completely safe.He looked puzzled for a moment before a smile spread across his face. “How are you feeling?”She bolted upright, wrapping her arms around him, burying her nose into his shirt, into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. He smelled a bit different, but she assumed it was just the strong smoked herbs from the room clinging to his skin.“Are you really here?” She cupped his face, staring into his reptilian eyes, which seemed colder and lacked their usual glow. “How did you get out? Did the witches help you?”She squirmed slightly when his hands found her waist, caressing her before sliding to the small of her back.“You missed me?” he asked, his tone affectionate.She narrowed her gaze. “Of course I did. What do you think?”“I’ve missed you too, Arah.”She had never expected to hear those words from him, but she didn’t want to question it. Not tonight. Leaning in, she pressed her lips

ARAH“Dammit!” She slammed her hands against the steel gate, the impact ringing out with a dull, metallic thud. Running her fingers through her hair, she fidgeted in place, pinching her lower lip, trying to figure out her next move. Her pride wouldn’t let her return to the witches’ block on her own. And it wasn’t like she could ask one of them to open this door for her.But she had to get out, no matter what. Her hand hovered over the access panel on the side. It looked old, like it hadn’t been in regular use before the witches arrived. Maybe she could break it open. She lifted the hem of her dress, wrapping it around her fist, and punched the control panel. Nothing. She struck it again, harder this time, each blow stronger than the last—each strike sending shooting pain up her arm. But Arah endured it, biting back her cries. Adrenaline rushed through her and on the final hit, sparks flew. The panel wires and chips sizzled.Arah stepped back, rubbing her bruised fist, her mouth droppi