All Chapters of His Hunger, My Curse : Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

Cassian’s body went cold the instant he let go. The world around him vanished, and the weight of reality slipped away.He wasn’t falling.He wasn’t moving.He just was.A breath—if he could call it that—echoed around him, soft and slow, like the Rift itself was breathing him in.Then—Lena’s scream.The sound shattered the silence, raw and desperate. It didn’t come from in front of him, or behind. It came from everywhere.Cassian forced himself forward, even though there was no direction, no path. He followed the pull of his instincts, the tether that bound him to Lena, and the shadows twisted around him, shifting and writhing like something alive.Then he saw her.She was on her knees before the dark throne, her body trembling, her hands clutching at her head. She looked smaller than he had ever seen her. Vulnerable. Trapped.And standing over her—Her shadow.The other Lena.Cassian didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, fire surging through his veins. “Get away from her.”The shadow

The air crackled with magic.Idris knelt before Lena, his fingers moving in careful, precise motions as he drew symbols in the space between them. The lines of energy glowed faintly, pulsing in rhythm with the mark on her skin.Cassian sat at her side, his presence solid, grounding. His fingers brushed hers, a silent promise that he was here.Lena focused on that touch, anchoring herself as Idris began to chant.The words weren’t in any language she recognized. They were ancient, raw—power woven into sound. The symbols he’d drawn pulsed brighter, casting eerie shadows against the walls.And then—The mark on her chest burned.Lena sucked in a sharp breath, clutching at her skin as a searing heat spread through her veins. The world around her twisted, the study fading—No. Not fading.Peeling away.A dark wind howled, pulling at her, dragging her into something deeper.Cassian’s grip tightened. “Lena!”She tried to answer, but the Rift took her.—She landed hard, her knees slamming ag

The night air was thick with tension as they prepared to leave.Lena adjusted the cloak around her shoulders, the fabric heavy with the scent of old magic. Idris had insisted she wear it—an enchanted weave designed to mask her presence.Cassian stood beside her, double-checking the straps on his weapons. His golden eyes flickered in the dim torchlight, scanning the darkness like he expected an attack at any moment.Dorian leaned lazily against a tree, but the sharp edge in his gaze betrayed his usual nonchalance. “So, let me get this straight. We’re sneaking into the capital, breaking into the most secure library in the kingdom, stealing forbidden knowledge, and trying not to get murdered by the High Council?” He smirked. “Sounds fun.”“No one’s getting murdered,” Cassian said flatly.Dorian snorted. “That’s optimistic.”Idris tightened the straps on his satchel. “If we move quickly and keep our magic concealed, we’ll be in and out before anyone notices.”Lena exhaled slowly, ignoring

The night was thick with silence as Lena followed the others through the winding backstreets of the capital. Every step felt heavier, every breath more controlled. The further they moved toward the lower district, the stronger the tension in the air became.Cassian led the way, his movements precise, his golden eyes sharp as they scanned the alleys ahead. Dorian walked beside Idris, their cloaks pulled low to obscure their faces, while Lena stayed close behind, her pulse a steady thrum against her ribs.The Rift’s presence was stronger now.Not overwhelming, not unbearable—but there. Whispering. Crawling beneath her skin.She didn’t know if it was the city itself or something waiting for them below.They reached the lower district’s outskirts within minutes, slipping through the narrow streets where the wealth of the capital faded into something grittier. The scent of damp stone and burning tallow filled the air, and the distant sounds of a drunken argument echoed from a nearby alley.