All Chapters of His Hunger, My Curse : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The woman’s presence lingered long after she disappeared into the trees. Her words replayed in Lena’s mind, twisting like a warning she wasn’t sure she understood yet.You only closed a door.Cassian’s hand brushed against hers, his touch grounding. “Are you okay?”Lena forced a nod, though her heart was still racing. “She knew something. She felt something. And she wasn’t afraid.”“That’s what worries me,” Idris muttered. His eyes flickered toward the trees. “If she was a cultist and she’s not afraid, that means she knows what comes next.”Dorian kicked at a loose branch. “Well, great. Love when the people who worship eldritch horrors act all smug. That definitely means we’re in the clear.”Lena ignored him, scanning the forest. “We need to find her.”Cassian sighed. “You saw how fast she disappeared. She doesn’t want to be found.”“That doesn’t mean we stop looking.” Lena turned to Idris. “Can you track her magic?”He hesitated. “Maybe. She wasn’t using normal magic—it felt... old.”

The temple trembled beneath them, dust falling from the cracked stone ceiling as an unnatural hum vibrated through the air. The archway still pulsed with eerie light, and Lena’s body ached from the force that had thrown her back into reality.Cassian didn’t let go of her shoulders. His grip was firm, grounding. “Lena, what did you see?”She struggled to find the words, her heart racing. “It wasn’t just a vision—it was the moment it all began. The Rift isn’t just some tear between worlds. It’s a prison—and they let something out.”Dorian cursed, shaking dust from his jacket. “And I’m guessing it wasn’t a fluffy puppy?”Lena shot him a glare. “No. It was alive. And it’s still here.”Idris, who had been watching the archway warily, stepped forward. “So, what are we dealing with? A god? A demon?” His magic flickered along his hands, restless. “Because whatever it is, it’s waking up.”The moment he said it, the air shifted.A deep, guttural sound resonated from the archway. It wasn’t human

The shadows slithered along the temple walls like living ink, stretching and twisting in ways that defied logic. The jagged remains of the Rift pulsed one last time before the energy flickered out completely, leaving behind only a cold, unnatural silence.Lena’s breathing was ragged, her pulse hammering against her ribs. The mark on her wrist still burned, its glow faint but persistent. She could feel the connection, the invisible thread tying her to something beyond this world.Cassian tightened his grip on his sword, his stance rigid. “What the hell is happening?”Dorian exhaled sharply. “I’d love to say ‘nothing good’ just to be dramatic, but I think we’re way past that now.”Idris barely spared him a glance. His attention was locked on Lena. “Did you see anything else?”Lena swallowed, nodding. “A figure. In the void. It didn’t look human.”Idris’s expression darkened. “Then the Rift didn’t just mark you. It linked you to something.” He glanced at the shifting shadows. “And I’m gu

The journey back to the city was tense, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on them like an unseen force. The jungle remained eerily silent, the usual rustle of wind through leaves absent. Every step Lena took felt heavier, as if the Rift’s pull still lingered beneath her skin, a whisper just beneath her thoughts.Cassian stayed close to her, his body positioned slightly in front of hers, protective in a way that made her chest ache. Dorian walked beside them, his usual sarcasm subdued, while Idris led the way, his hands occasionally glowing as he checked for traces of Rift energy.Lena’s fingers brushed over the mark on her wrist, the skin still warm to the touch. She could feel it—an awareness of something vast and ancient pressing against her mind, waiting.Watching.They reached the outer edges of the city just before dawn. The once-bustling streets were quiet, the looming threat of the Rift’s influence keeping people behind locked doors. Even the lanterns that usua

Lena spent the rest of the night in the war room, poring over Idris’s ancient texts while Cassian remained close, his presence steady and unwavering. Dorian, ever the reluctant ally, stayed long enough to grumble about the lack of good whiskey before disappearing.Idris worked tirelessly, flipping through brittle pages, his fingers glowing faintly as he traced old magic woven into the parchment. Every so often, he’d mutter something under his breath, but nothing useful emerged.Lena clenched her jaw, pushing aside her exhaustion. She wasn’t sure what she was searching for—an answer, a warning, a way out. But the more she read, the clearer it became.This wasn’t the first time the Rift had chosen someone.And each time, it ended the same way.They were taken.“Damn it,” she muttered, slamming one of the books shut. The noise echoed through the dimly lit room, breaking the silence. Cassian barely flinched, his arms crossed as he leaned against the far wall, watching her.Idris sighed. “