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Unnamed Marriage A Face Without Life
Alina was thrown backward, her body jerking violently. She struggled, kicking at empty air, but the grip on her was too strong—cold and unyielding like steel. Something dragged her back into the train car, the door groaning as it slammed shut with a sharp click! That sound—familiar and terrifying—froze her in place."Why are you trying to run, Alina?"Darren’s voice. But it wasn’t Darren. The figure before her looked like him, but his black eyes held an unnatural intensity, something inhuman.A chilling dampness crept over her skin, and the air reeked of rusted metal mixed with something putrid—like rotting flesh under the scorching sun. The train car trembled faintly, as though something slithered beneath the metal walls. This place wasn’t just a space; it was a trap, and it wanted to consume her whole.The ceiling’s paint peeled away like scorched skin, and the floor beneath her twisted—it no longer felt like solid wood but something... fleshy. Alina swallowed hard. The train wasn’t
Unnamed Marriage Falling into the Void
The corridor felt like a giant mouth swallowing her whole. Alina struggled, trying to plant her feet and run back to the street, but the ground beneath her was soft—like quicksand pulling her deeper. The cold was piercing, different from the air outside. This wasn’t just darkness. This was emptiness.She tried to scream, but her voice was swallowed by the void. No echo. No walls to touch. Only the blackness devouring her further. She felt like she was falling, yet there was no wind brushing her hair. No real sensation of movement. Just the endless feeling of descent.And then—Tap. Tap. Tap.Footsteps. Slow. Rhythmic. Not hers.Alina’s heartbeat quickened. She wasn’t alone.She tried to pinpoint the source of the sound, but there was nothing to see. Just when she started thinking it was all in her head, the footsteps grew closer. Tap. Tap. Tap. Faster. Nearer.Then—A whisper. Right in her ear."You shouldn’t be here."Alina jolted. The voice… was too close. Too real.And then, someth
Unnamed Marriage The Timeless Void
Alina was stunned, her eyes fixated on the book lying on the table. Her name was etched there, in bold handwriting, as if freshly carved with pitch-black ink. Her heart pounded in her chest, she reached out hesitantly, her fingers trembling as she touched the rough edge of the page.The touch triggered a sudden shift. The room around her vibrated violently, the ceiling lights flickered wildly, as if about to go out in an instant. The air grew heavy, pressing down on her chest, almost suffocating her. Before she could pull her hand away, the book opened on its own, its pages flipping rapidly, swept by an invisible wind, then stopping at a blank page.Words began to appear there, crawling across the white paper, "Running won't change anything. It's time you remember." Alina recoiled, the letters looked like blood, crimson ink seeping into the paper, creating gruesome stains.Before she could process what was happening, her surroundings shifted again. The room's walls melted away, vanish
Unnamed Marriage The Mirror's Secret
The mirror shattered into a thousand pieces. Alina's world crumbled around her, soundlessly, without screams, just a gaping void, sucking everything into the abyss of darkness. She floated, her body weightless, a speck of dust adrift in nothingness.The mirror that had reflected her image was destroyed, splintered into countless tiny fragments. Each shard floated around her, revealing fragments of memories trapped within, disjointed flashes of the past.The first flash, a little girl of eight huddled in a sterile white room, her eyes wide with fear as alien sounds buzzed around her. "Subject exhibiting signs of personality fragmentation," a cold voice echoed. "We must ensure her consciousness stabilizes."The second flash, the little girl stood before a mirror, tears streaming down her face. Yet, her reflection smiled, a strange, chilling smile. "Don't be afraid," the voice whispered, "I'll protect you."The third flash, a pitch-black room, muffled screams in the distance. Someone ran
Unnamed Marriage The Old Pocket Watch
"Dummm!"The explosion echoed, shattering the silence, sending a rough vibration that slammed into Alina's face like an unbearable wave of heat. Black hands, reaching out from the shattered mirror, pulled her deeper, into an inescapable vortex, a bone-chilling cold, not the cold of night or winter, but the cold of death itself.Her ears rang, the world spun, and when she opened her eyes, everything had changed. Darkness. Not ordinary darkness, but a living darkness, moving like thick smoke, seeping into her pores, suffocating her."Hhh... hhh..."Her breath was heavy, ragged. She couldn't see anything, but she felt something around her, unseen eyes watching, waiting, in a chilling silence.Then—"Krekkk..."A strange sound, a horrible sound, broke the stillness. Like a bone breaking, or something worse, something unimaginable. Alina swallowed, her throat dry, her heart pounding.Her hands rose, groping through the darkness before her, searching for a grip, a way out. Just then—"Tap!
Unnamed Marriage Calling the Forgotten Name
Alina froze, her heart pounding violently. The figure at the end of the street remained silent, shrouded in thick darkness. But its eyes—two dimly glowing dots—pierced through the blackness, stabbing straight into her soul, stripping away every layer of her thoughts. The wind blew, carrying a strange scent—a mix of cold metal and something rotten, something decaying.Alina swallowed hard, her throat dry. Her fingers clenched around an old pocket watch, a foreign object that had suddenly appeared, a relic from a fragment of time she couldn’t comprehend. "Who are you?" Her voice trembled, small and fragile in the suffocating silence.The figure didn’t answer. Instead, it began to walk, its footsteps slow and deliberate, echoing in the deserted street. Tap. Tap. Tap. Each step sounded like a distant reverberation in a void. The surrounding buildings stood lifeless, devoid of any sign of existence. No cars. No murmurs of other people breathing. And most unsettling of all—no shadows.Alina
Unnamed Marriage Faceless
"WHOOSH!" The wind roared past Alina's ears as her body plummeted into an abyss of endless darkness. Her hands reached out, grasping at nothing, desperately searching for something—anything—to stop her fall. But there was only emptiness, a biting cold that clung to her skin, and the deafening drum of her heartbeat pounding violently in her chest."Is this the end?" she whispered, her voice swallowed by the void.Suddenly, shadows began to swirl around her, shifting like living mist. They had no form, yet something about them was more terrifying than their shapelessness—they had eyes. Pairs of glowing red eyes pierced the darkness, watching, waiting."HSSSSHHH!" The hissing sound slithered into her ears, sending shivers down her spine. Alina held her breath, eyes widening in fear. The shadows crept closer, writhing, twisting, reaching for her as if eager to seep into her very being."No... stay away!" Alina whispered, but her body was frozen in place, paralyzed by terror."Don't be afr
Unnamed Marriage Swallowed by Darkness
"WHOOSH!"The air around Alina felt like it was being sucked away, creating a hollow vortex that pulled her into darkness. She fell, sliding into an endless void, her hands groping desperately, searching for a hold, for something real. But there was nothing, just emptiness that continued to pull her deeper, further from the world she knew."Help... can anyone hear me?" Alina's voice was small and fragile, lost in the shadows that swirled wildly around her, obscuring every trace of light.Then—"CRACK!"Something shattered in the darkness, a thunderous cracking sound, breaking the chilling silence. The shadows began to move, wrapping around her body like the living roots of an ancient tree, cold and rough, crawling on her skin like maggots."AAAAARGH!" Alina screamed, a piercing pain, as if something was piercing her skin, crawling inside her, changing her from within."You are not the Alina you once were." The voice whispered again, faceless, sourceless, just a cold voice that flowed
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Lyra's Secret Passage
Following Thomas through the secret door behind the bookshelf, Alina felt her heart pound. The narrow, dark passage felt cold and damp, the stuffy air carrying the scent of dust and decaying wood. Thomas's steps were firm but hurried, as if time was no longer on their side."This passage used to be used by the family to escape if there was danger," Thomas whispered without looking back. "Only a few know about it."Alina continued to follow, her mind in turmoil. If she was truly Lyra, why did Darren and Alana insist on calling her Alina? Why were they hiding her true identity? And what great secret was Darren hiding, which now felt increasingly real as this lie unraveled?The passage ended at a wooden door that was sturdier than the first. Thomas carefully opened it, revealing a spiral staircase descending steeply. The commotion from above grew louder, Seraphina's shouts and the sound of hurried footsteps echoing throughout the house."We have to be quick," urged Thomas, starting to de
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The sound of knocking and shouting from outside the room shattered the tense silence. Darren and Alana exchanged anxious glances, leaving Alina frozen in place, still reeling from the awakening of her newfound power. The door creaked open, revealing an old man in a faded but neatly kept servant’s uniform. His wrinkled face bore the sharp gaze of someone who had seen too much.“Master Darren, Mistress Alana,” the servant said, his voice laced with concern. “There’s… an uninvited guest at the main gate.”Darren scoffed in irritation. “Who is it this time? We’re not in the mood for visitors.”“They insist on seeing the lady… one of the ladies,” the servant replied, his eyes flickering briefly to Alina with an unreadable expression.Alina felt the weight of his stare—it wasn’t just the respectful gaze of a servant to his master. There was caution there… maybe even recognition?“Tell them to leave,” Alana snapped. “We don’t have time for strangers.”“I tried, ma’am,” the old man replied, s
Not Yet Over
Alina tore through the jungle, her primal instincts guiding each step. Crack. Every broken twig, every whispering breeze carried a question. Her mind swirled, fragments of memory surging up like dark waves. Betrayal gnawed at her trust. A smoldering hatred burned in her soul.She reached the ruins of an ancient building, now blanketed in moss and tangled vines. The air hung thick with gloom. A chill crept down her spine.This is where you died, whispered a voice deep within her.Among the crumbling stones, shards of a mirror lay scattered across the mossy floor. Her heart pounded—thump-thump. Is this the broken mirror they spoke of?She picked up a piece. Its surface was foggy, coated with dust.The moment her fingers brushed the cold glass—zzzzzzt!—a surge of vision struck her. She saw herself, eyes glowing crimson, locked in a deadly gaze with another figure. Darren.Not with tenderness, but with hatred.He stabbed her.Not with fangs, but with a gleaming silver dagger under the moo
The Past
Darren’s bite felt like searing embers burrowing beneath Alina’s skin, spreading a sharp sting that made her shiver. Her breath hitched, vision blurring. She struggled with all her might, but Darren’s grip was unyielding. The world spun around her, and her body slowly lost balance.Then—“ENOUGH!”The voice thundered, piercing the silence of the cave like lightning tearing through a quiet night.From the shadows emerged a man cloaked in black. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and exuded a chilling aura that rippled through the air. His eyes glowed red like coals burning with ancient vengeance. Without a word, he raised one hand, and a surge of dark energy shot toward Darren—BOOOM!Darren was flung against the cave wall, groaning as his body collided with stone with a sickening THUD.But he rose quickly. Fury and hatred filled his eyes. “Who are you?!” he hissed, seething.The man smirked, his chuckle soft yet piercing. “I am the one who restores Alina’s destiny.”Darren sneered, bitter
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Alina's steps felt heavy as she passed through the towering iron gates, the barrier that separated the outside world from the grand house that was now her home. The mansion stood firm atop a hill, surrounded by vast gardens filled with exotic flowers that resembled a mysterious forest more than a well-kept garden. Tall pillars supported the façade of the classical-modern structure, while large glass windows reflected the moonlight, creating the illusion of shifting shadows behind them.As she crossed the threshold, the scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the air—soothing, yet carrying an inexplicable sense of unease. The white marble floor gleamed like a mirror, reflecting the high ceiling adorned with sparkling crystal chandeliers. Long hallways stretched endlessly, leading her deeper into a labyrinth of blurred memories. Large paintings lined the walls, portraying unfamiliar faces that stared at her with hollow eyes—faces that felt eerily familiar.It felt like walking among the
The Successor
"THUMP-THUMP-THUMP!"Alina's breath hitched, mingling with the sound of her footsteps pounding the wet ground.The night air pierced her skin, bone-chillingly cold, yet sweat drenched her temples. Behind her, the heavy footsteps and strange growls continued to follow, echoing among the towering trees."GRRRAAAUUUGHHH!"A wild roar echoed throughout the forest, making Alina's hair stand on end.The creature was still relentlessly chasing her.Her eyes frantically searched for a way out of the forest that felt like an endless labyrinth. The giant trees towered with thick roots that tangled her steps, branches swaying like invisible hands seemingly wanting to grab her.Above, the moon was faintly visible behind the dark mist that enveloped the night sky.She couldn't stop.Something inside her whispered, "If you stop, you die.""Come on, Alina... keep running."But her body began to rebel. Her muscles ached, her lungs burned.Then—"CRACK!"Her foot caught on a root protruding from the g
Swallowed by Darkness
"WHOOSH!"The air around Alina felt like it was being sucked away, creating a hollow vortex that pulled her into darkness. She fell, sliding into an endless void, her hands groping desperately, searching for a hold, for something real. But there was nothing, just emptiness that continued to pull her deeper, further from the world she knew."Help... can anyone hear me?" Alina's voice was small and fragile, lost in the shadows that swirled wildly around her, obscuring every trace of light.Then—"CRACK!"Something shattered in the darkness, a thunderous cracking sound, breaking the chilling silence. The shadows began to move, wrapping around her body like the living roots of an ancient tree, cold and rough, crawling on her skin like maggots."AAAAARGH!" Alina screamed, a piercing pain, as if something was piercing her skin, crawling inside her, changing her from within."You are not the Alina you once were." The voice whispered again, faceless, sourceless, just a cold voice that flowed
Faceless
"WHOOSH!" The wind roared past Alina's ears as her body plummeted into an abyss of endless darkness. Her hands reached out, grasping at nothing, desperately searching for something—anything—to stop her fall. But there was only emptiness, a biting cold that clung to her skin, and the deafening drum of her heartbeat pounding violently in her chest."Is this the end?" she whispered, her voice swallowed by the void.Suddenly, shadows began to swirl around her, shifting like living mist. They had no form, yet something about them was more terrifying than their shapelessness—they had eyes. Pairs of glowing red eyes pierced the darkness, watching, waiting."HSSSSHHH!" The hissing sound slithered into her ears, sending shivers down her spine. Alina held her breath, eyes widening in fear. The shadows crept closer, writhing, twisting, reaching for her as if eager to seep into her very being."No... stay away!" Alina whispered, but her body was frozen in place, paralyzed by terror."Don't be afr
Calling the Forgotten Name
Alina froze, her heart pounding violently. The figure at the end of the street remained silent, shrouded in thick darkness. But its eyes—two dimly glowing dots—pierced through the blackness, stabbing straight into her soul, stripping away every layer of her thoughts. The wind blew, carrying a strange scent—a mix of cold metal and something rotten, something decaying.Alina swallowed hard, her throat dry. Her fingers clenched around an old pocket watch, a foreign object that had suddenly appeared, a relic from a fragment of time she couldn’t comprehend. "Who are you?" Her voice trembled, small and fragile in the suffocating silence.The figure didn’t answer. Instead, it began to walk, its footsteps slow and deliberate, echoing in the deserted street. Tap. Tap. Tap. Each step sounded like a distant reverberation in a void. The surrounding buildings stood lifeless, devoid of any sign of existence. No cars. No murmurs of other people breathing. And most unsettling of all—no shadows.Alina