All Chapters of Lucian's Undoing : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 51Elias stood near the edge of the ruined village, breathing hard.His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.The others were talking—quiet, distant murmurs behind him—but their voices blurred into meaningless sound. All he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears, the pounding of a headache that had crawled behind his eyes and made a home there.And the echo.Unwanted.The word had lashed across his mind like a whip, dragged from the pit of a memory he didn’t remember asking for.He could still see her face. Isadora, kneeling beside him as a child. Her hand on his. Her voice—too gentle to belong to the woman who had nearly killed Lucian, who had tortured and murdered people just to draw him out.Yet it had been her.And then—His mother. Her face had appeared like a ghost, etched in fire, in rage, in rejection. Not the soft, blurry memory he had invented for himself. No. This was real. Her lips curled in disgust. Her voice—cold, unflinching.He’s a mistake. That thing should never

CHAPTER 53Three days later, the room was dimly lit with enchanted wards layered across every wall. Runic spells shimmered faintly on the floor and ceiling, forming a cage of safety and silence. Elias lay in the middle of a velvet-draped bed, unconscious still, his skin pallid, breath uneven.Gabriel stood beside him, watching.Lucian entered quietly, carrying the sealed bulb in a box made of warded ironwood. “It’s still twitching,” he muttered.“I know,” Gabriel said, rubbing his temple. “He’s not fully unconscious. He’s caught somewhere between… dreams and memory.”A beat passed.Lucian tilted his head. “And the voices?”“They’re still in there.”As if summoned, Elias stirred.His eyes fluttered open—and immediately, tension rippled across his body. His gaze darted across the room, frantic. His lips parted—“Luc—” but the word fractured, and two voices echoed behind it.“—ian…”Gabriel stepped forward. “Easy. Elias, listen to me—look at me.”Elias blinked, confusion layering over fea

CHAPTER 55Elias sat cross-legged on the ceremonial platform, wrapped in a thick, rune-stitched blanket. His hands still trembled, his fingers occasionally twitching like they remembered what it felt like to tear through a friend’s chest. Lucian had stepped out briefly, promising to be nearby. He hadn’t said much—just that he was proud of him, that he wasn’t alone. That… had been enough to keep Elias anchored for the past ten minutes.The chamber door creaked open.Gabriel strode in first, followed by Dorian and Kai. The air shifted slightly as the wards recognized their presence, humming faintly around the room’s perimeter.Elias looked up, brow furrowed. “Did the Oracle say anything else?”“Yeah,” Gabriel answered, holding a small case made of obsidian and bone. “She said we have to destroy the bulb now, before any trace of Tzareth seeps back into your essence.”“I can still feel him,” Elias admitted quietly. “A pressure behind my ribs. Like he’s pacing.”Dorian came to his side, kn

CHAPTER 57The moment they stepped into the mansion, it felt like the air shifted.Elias didn’t say a word as he walked through the arched doorway. His steps were slower than usual, heavy with the weight of everything that had unfolded—powers awakened, secrets unearthed, and the unsettling truth that something darker was beginning to stir. The air inside was cooler, the scent of lavender oil and aged parchment wrapping around him like a familiar cloak.Dorian was the last to enter, his expression unreadable as he shut the door behind them. The place was his—his sanctuary, his home—but even it felt different now, as though touched by everything that had followed them inside.“Feels weird coming back here,” Kai muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.Dorian said nothing, but his gaze swept the hall like he was assessing it with new eyes.Just as Elias was about to head toward the stairs, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Martha, one of the longtime housekeepers, emerged from the shadow

CHAPTER 59For a moment, the world held its breath.Lucian’s aura burned, cold fire crackling around him, blue and silver, ancient and furious. The kind of energy that made blood freeze and bone shiver. Even the shadows around them recoiled from it. He wasn’t just a vampire—he was something far older, something ascendant.But before anyone could move, Elias’s body lurched.His eyes rolled back, and a different voice came out of his mouth—not Elias’s, not even Thal’rean’s.It was Azazel.Low. Commanding. Otherworldly.“Enough. Bow.”The power in that word shattered the tension like glass.The Shadowborn froze, mid-step, their glowing eyes flickering uncertainly. Then—one by one—they dropped to their knees, faces bowed to the dirt.Luca stepped back, eyes wide. “What—?”Azazel, still in Elias’s body, tilted his head, dark eyes narrowing on the creatures. “I said bow. Obey.”And they did.Like whipped dogs, they pressed their grotesque forms into the earth, trembling before him.Azazel t