Melanophile

(Dark Romance / Violence / Mystery / Horror / 18+)
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WHISPERING SHADOWS & DARK PROPHECY
The Past Appears to be Resurfacing. (The Shadow & The Seeker)


"Oxyvi," it called out, sending a shiver down her spine. She turned, searching for the source, but found only shadows.

From the depths of the darkness, a figure emerged. Tall and imposing, he moved with a predator's grace. His face was hidden from view, obscured by the night itself, yet his presence was unmistakable. It was the enigma, the one whose name was etched in the stars and whispered by the winds.


"The time is near when the veil between worlds will thin, and I will claim what is mine."

Oxyvi's breath caught in her throat. She couldn't see his face, but she knew it was him. The air around her grew colder, the sky darker, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

"Why me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"You know why," he replied, his tone laced with a darkness that echoed the void in his soul.

"I will come for you, and you will be mine."

No Rest for The Wicked (The Shadow & The Seeker)

No Rest for The Wicked (The Shadow & The Seeker)

The castle's fate had not always been one of glory. In the early 19th century, King Charles Quinsley had taken over the realm and renamed the castle Quinsley's Castle. He was a just and humble king, who led with his heart and listened to his people.

Yet, the castle's history was not without tragedy. It was during the reign of King William that the kingdom witnessed its downfall, as the king prepared to pass his throne to his son, Prince Vincent Charles Quinsley.

As I gazed upon the wooden floors, my mind filled with the weight of this history, a legacy that must not be forgotten. Welbert Castle was not just a castle, but a symbol of a kingdom's rise and fall, of the power of love and the heart of a good king.

A tale of a kingdom fallen, as Prince Vincent's reign failed to honor the legacy of his forebears. The people's discontent grew, and the realm's once-shimmering future began to dim. In a mysterious turn of fate, the prince vanished from his castle one fateful night. With a heavy heart, he relocated to Quinsley's Castle III, built by his father's hands and passed down through the ages. From that day on, his old castle was forbidden, and no one was allowed to approach. Even his kin would face harsh consequences if they dared to trespass upon its grounds. Truly, a strange turn of fate.

Lucas, a sage of lore, once whispered to me of a prince who fled his castle in terror. The tales he spun spoke of horrors that haunted the prince, yet I could not help but wonder if such legends were wrought from imagination and whispers. For history is often a tapestry of misconceptions, woven with threads of interpretation and fantasy. The mysteries of the prince's swift departure remain, and the truth eludes us still.

Yet, I pray that this castle is not the same as the one King Vincent vetoed. That forbidden fortress, once under construction, was abandoned when rumors of hauntings swirled around it. The person who had sanctioned the project and the project manager both perished the next day, fueling the belief that the site was cursed. The Ancient Castle, as it was now known, was deemed a place of arcane sorcery.

Despite its grim reputation, the castle became a beacon of history, drawing visitors from far and wide. It lacked modern amenities, save for the display area, yet its ancient beauty remained intact. The debates over the authenticity of the screeches and giggles that echoed within its walls raged on. Some claimed to have seen ghostly apparitions flitting through the corridors, and one guest even captured a white light in a photograph.

But on Halloween, the darkest of nights, something sinister occurred. Every guest vanished without a trace, leaving behind their belongings untouched. The authorities could find no evidence of foul play, and the case remains unsolved, shrouded in mystery and whispers.

Chapter - VI