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Chapter 169: Cursed
Chapter 169: Cursed
CRACKLE!
BOOM!
A crack of thunder echoed in the distance. But none of that mattered to Reana at the moment. She was trembling with horror as she tried harder to get Ryder to open his eyes. To get him to stop!
"Ryder, please, stop!"
She bit her bottom lip harsher, her heart pounding in her chest. Shed done all she could. She’d screamed herself hoarse, clawed him, pushed him, shook him. Nothing worked.
As a last resort, without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him. She didn’t know if it would work, but she followed her instincts and kissed him out of desperation.
Ryder’s muscles stiffened as her lips pressed against his. The shock of the kiss cut through his fury. For a moment, everything seemed to slow down- the wind, the swirling snow, the world itself held its breath.
Ryder’s eyes snapped open, burning with a mix of anger and something darker, more dangerous. The chaos surrounding them seemed to grow more intense, as if the storm itself were responding to the kiss.
Reana’s hands were shaking, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. She knew she needed to stop him from spiraling further, from giving in to the rage that could tear everything apart. Her kiss was a plea, a silent cry for him to remember her, remember them.
His grip on her tightened for a brief moment before he finally broke the kiss, his eyes locked on hers. They were no longer just filled with fury, but something else. Something raw. "Reana..." he breathed, his voice hoarse, barely audible over the calming storm.
She pulled back slightly, her breath ragged, her heart thundering in her chest. "Please, Ryder," she whispered, her voice fragile.
Ryder stared at her, soaking in the panic in her eyes, the raw fear that radiated off her. The sound of her heart, racing and fragile, struck him deep. He hated it. With a swift movement, he reached out and brushed a snowflake from her cheek, his touch impossibly gentle.
"You know," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, "seeing you cower before anyone drives me crazy. Hearing you talk about dying makes me lose my mind."
Reana swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to hold back the sting of tears. "And you’ll tear the world apart just for that?"
"Hm," he nodded slowly, a dark smirk crawled onto his lips. "I did before. Twice." His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, his glowing red eyes locked on hers, steady and unyielding. "And I’ll do it again. Again and again."
Reana swallowed, the lump in her throat refusing to go down. "You’re... not normal, you know." She held back the word, insane, but it lingered in her mind like an unspoken truth.
He was truly insane, yet she couldn’t call him that.
"Nothing is normal," he replied, a dark smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Nothing should be. Not until you’re no longer threatened by anyone or anything."
Her heart fluttered, swelling with love and respect for this man. She bit down on her lip, fighting the smile that desperately wanted to emerge, despite herself. "You– "
But before she could finish, he leaned in, claiming her lips with a force that stole her breath. This time, the kiss was anything but gentle.
The wind had died to a faint breeze now, the snow still falling gently around them like it used to, but the chaos Ryder had invoked stood as a testament that what everyone just witnessed wasn’t an illusion.
Kira, still on her knees, finally found her voice. "What... what just happened?" she asked again, her words shaky, confusion still clouding her expression.
...
Meanwhile, at the graveyard, the place was an eyesore. The people looked not only terrified, but terrific. Their appearance would make a child cry –their clothes tattered, bloodstained, and torn, hanging off their bodies in ragged strips.
Some were covered in dirt, while others had the unmistakable signs of burns or bruises marring their faces. Some had their hair singled out, their faces blacked, as they breathed and coughed out smoke – they were those closest to the graves.
The graveyard had been turned into a battlefield, and the chaos that had erupted there had left its mark on everyone who had witnessed it.
The pale, shaking figures who had once stood tall in the pack now resembled ghosts, their eyes wide with horror, faces twisted in disbelief. Some were still kneeling on the ground, hands pressed to their temples as though trying to erase the images burned into their minds. Others were on their feet, eyes darting around nervously, unable to find their bearings after the destruction they had just witnessed.
The soft wind howled through the twisted trees, sending a shiver through the crowd, but it did nothing to cut through the heaviness that hung in the air. The snow, once a soft blanket covering the earth, had become stained with dark patches, the remnants of whatever force Ryder had invoked still lingering in the ground.
The pack’s graveyard was ruffled, the wind and thunder left no stone unturned and no earth undisturbed. Gravestones that once stood tall and proud were now shattered or toppled, some half-buried in snow, others half-sunk into the ground as if the earth itself had rebelled against the weight of the spirits that had once rested there.
The once-peaceful resting place of the pack’s ancestors was now a twisted, jagged mess, a reflection of the chaos that had just been unleashed.
The scent of burned wood and scorched earth hung heavily in the air, mingling with the sharp sting of fresh, freezing snow.
Surprisingly, no one died. Many were injured or passed out, but no one died... Except, maybe, the occupants of the graves. Especially the newly dug grave – Vivian’s grave.
Vivian’s grave had been mercilessly struck by thunder. It felt as if whoever controlled thunder had a deep-seated hatred for her. The thunder had came specifically for her grave, but due to the violent force of the strike, everything around the grave –people, graves, trees, and even the thick stone monuments were caught in the crossfire.
One of the younger members of the pack, a girl no older than sixteen, stumbled forward, her face pale as death. Her eyes were wide with terror, and she clutched the side of her head as if trying to stop it from spinning.
"Lo....look!" she whispered, voice barely audible over her ragged breath. Her hands trembled as she reached out, not to anyone in particular, but to the grave of a family member, the headstone now shattered beyond recognition.
"Wh– what the...!" a burly man forced the words but they couldn’t flow like he wished.
"What... What just happened?" a woman crawled to her feet, her eyes wide from horror.
It seemed none of them had crawled back from the trauma they received yet.
Suddenly, the young girl from earlier cried out, her voice filled with panic as she pointed a quivering finger at Vivian’s grave. "It’s her! It’s Vivian! The Goddess is mad at her!"
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