Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Hunger, My Curse : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The corridor beyond the marble doorway pulsed with ancient magic, the runes along its walls glowing faintly as Lena, Cassian, Dorian, and Idris rushed through. The air was thick with tension, the weight of Selene’s presence pressing down on them like a storm about to break.Lena’s breath came fast, her chest still aching from the Oath’s mark. Selene’s voice still echoed in her head—cold, taunting, a promise of destruction.“We need to move faster,” Idris urged, glancing back. “She’s trying to anchor herself here. If she does, there won’t be a safe way out.”“Then what the hell are we running toward?” Dorian shot back. “Because I’d love to know the plan before we get obliterated.”“We regroup at the sanctum’s edge,” Idris said. “From there, we can move through the Shadow Veil—”The walls shook.A high-pitched screech ripped through the corridor, unnatural and grating. Lena’s blood ran cold.“She’s already breaking through,” Cassian muttered, drawing his sword.Lena felt it too. The mag

Lena awoke to the sensation of weightlessness.Her body drifted, caught between currents of golden fire and endless shadow. The air was thick—charged with magic—yet there was no ground, no sky. Just the strange, shifting void that surrounded her.Panic clawed at her chest. Where was she? Where were the others?She turned sharply, searching—And there, not far from her, Cassian floated, his dark cloak rippling in the unseen winds. His sword was still clutched tightly in his grasp, the silver blade reflecting the strange, flickering glow around them.“Cassian!” Lena called out, but her voice barely carried. It was swallowed by the void, dissipating as if the space itself refused to sound.Cassian’s eyes snapped open, and he immediately twisted in midair, reaching for her.Their hands met, fingers locking.The moment their skin touched, a shockwave rippled outward—light and darkness colliding in a crackling burst.A deep rumble echoed from somewhere in the abyss.Lena flinched as the spa

The silence after Selene’s words was suffocating.Lena felt the weight of her gaze like a curse, an echo of the Rift still pulsing in her veins.The sanctum around them was barely standing, the ancient stone walls cracked and crumbling, bathed in the dim glow of Idris’s golden sigils. The air was thick with lingering magic, both light and dark, pressing against her skin.She could still hear the whisper of the Rift in her mind, a faint, humming presence—like it was waiting. Watching.We are not free.Cassian stood rigid beside her, his silver sword still raised. The flickering light caught on his armour, but it did nothing to mask the tension in his stance.He felt it, too.Lena swallowed hard. “What do you mean the Rift isn’t finished with us?”Selene’s smile was slow, deliberate. “You touched it, little one.” Her violet eyes gleamed. “And the Rift does not forget its own.”Lena’s pulse hammered.Dorian scoffed, daggers still clutched in his hands. “Right. Because you’re such a relia

Chapter 47: Whispers of the RiftThe air grew heavier the closer they got to the Hollow Keep.Lena could feel it pressing against her skin—an unseen force that curled around her like a shadow, whispering in a voice only she could hear. It wasn’t loud, not yet, but it was insistent. A pull that throbbed deep in her bones, beckoning her toward something she didn’t understand.She clenched her fists and kept moving.They had been walking for hours, weaving through the ruins of the ancient city that surrounded the Hollow Keep. Once, this place had been alive—thriving with people, with magic, with power. Now, it was nothing more than an abandoned skeleton, left to be swallowed by time.Dorian exhaled sharply as he kicked aside a loose stone. “I don’t like this.”“You’ve made that very clear,” Idris muttered.Dorian shot him a glare. “You’re telling me you don’t feel it? The way the air shifts, the way the ground feels wrong? Something’s waiting for us.”Idris sighed. “Of course, I feel it.

Lena’s breathing was unsteady. The warmth of Cassian’s arms around her should have been grounding, but it only made the weight in her chest heavier. The Rift’s voice—the queen’s voice—still whispered in her mind, a thread of power winding through her veins.She felt Cassian’s steady gaze on her, felt the tension in his grip as if he could sense the war raging inside her.“Lena,” he murmured, voice edged with concern.She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to lean into him, to let his presence anchor her. But how could she? How could she let him hold her when she wasn’t even sure who—or what—she was anymore?A distant rumble shook the ground beneath them. The Rift’s magic was still present, still shifting, unstable.Dorian wiped dark ichor from his blade and glanced toward the warrior who had brought them here—the guardian of this cursed realm. “I assume this isn’t normal.”The guardian’s silver eyes flickered, their expression unreadable. “The Rift is waking.”Lena shivered. Waking.A