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Chapter 10 TEN img
Chapter 11 ELEVEN img
Chapter 12 TWELVE img
Chapter 13 THIRTEEN img
Chapter 14 FOURTEEN img
Chapter 15 FIFTEEN img
Chapter 16 SIXTEEN img
Chapter 17 SEVENTEEN img
Chapter 18 EIGHTEEN img
Chapter 19 NINETEEN img
Chapter 20 TWENTY img
Chapter 21 TWENTY ONE img
Chapter 22 TWENTY TWO img
Chapter 23 TWENTY THREE img
Chapter 24 TWENTY FOUR img
Chapter 25 TWENTY FIVE img
Chapter 26 TWENTY SIX img
Chapter 27 TWENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 28 TWENTY EIGHT img
Chapter 29 TWENTY NINE img
Chapter 30 THIRTY img
Chapter 31 THIRTY ONE img
Chapter 32 THIRTY TWO img
Chapter 33 THIRTY THREE img
Chapter 34 THIRTY FOUR img
Chapter 35 THIRTY FIVE img
Chapter 36 THIRTY SIX img
Chapter 37 THIRTY SEVEN img
Chapter 38 THIRTY EIGHT img
Chapter 39 THIRTY NINE img
Chapter 40 FORTY img
Chapter 41 FORTY ONE img
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Chapter 43 FORTY THREE img
Chapter 44 FORTY FOUR img
Chapter 45 FORTY FIVE img
Chapter 46 FORTY SIX img
Chapter 47 FORTY SEVEN img
Chapter 48 FORTY EIGHT img
Chapter 49 FORTY NINE img
Chapter 50 FIFTY img
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Chapter 53 FIFTY THREE img
Chapter 54 FIFTY FOUR img
Chapter 55 FIFTY FIVE img
Chapter 56 FIFTY SIX img
Chapter 57 FIFTY SEVEN img
Chapter 58 FIFTY EIGHT img
Chapter 59 FIFTY NINE img
Chapter 60 SIXTY img
Chapter 61 SIXTY ONE img
Chapter 62 SIXTY TWO img
Chapter 63 SIXTY THREE img
Chapter 64 SIXTY FOUR img
Chapter 65 SIXTY FIVE img
Chapter 66 SIXTY SIX img
Chapter 67 SIXTY SEVEN img
Chapter 68 SIXTY EIGHT img
Chapter 69 SIXTY NINE img
Chapter 70 SEVENTY img
Chapter 71 SEVENTY ONE img
Chapter 72 SEVENTY TWO img
Chapter 73 SEVENTY THREE img
Chapter 74 SEVENTY FOUR img
Chapter 75 SEVENTY FIVE img
Chapter 76 SEVENTY SIX img
Chapter 77 SEVENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 78 SEVENTY EIGHT img
Chapter 79 SEVENTY NINE img
Chapter 80 EIGHTY img
Chapter 81 EIGHTY ONE img
Chapter 82 EIGHTY TWO img
Chapter 83 EIGHTY THREE img
Chapter 84 EIGHTY FOUR img
Chapter 85 EIGHTY FIVE img
Chapter 86 EIGHTY SIX img
Chapter 87 EIGHTY SEVEN img
Chapter 88 EIGHTY EIGHT img
Chapter 89 EIGHTY NINE img
Chapter 90 NINETY img
Chapter 91 NINETY ONE img
Chapter 92 NINETY TWO img
Chapter 93 NINETY THREE img
Chapter 94 NINETY FOUR img
Chapter 95 NINETY FIVE img
Chapter 96 NINETY SIX img
Chapter 97 NINETY SEVEN img
Chapter 98 NINETY EIGHT img
Chapter 99 NINETY NINE img
Chapter 100 HUNDRED img
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Chapter 3 LUCIAN

The first thing I notice when I open my eyes are the bright lights, and the second thing I notice is the strange figure sitting on the chair beside my bed.

"You are still here?!" I murmured in shock as I recognized the person sitting on the chair as Lucien Blackwell.

Where else would I be? Lucien asks with a smirk on his lips, and if I didn't know better, I would say he's laughing at my predicament.

"I don't know! Stuck in my imagination or something! How are you real? I asked in a frustrated and completely baffled tone as I stared at him the way one would stare at a lab rat.

Lucien continues to watch me calmly, as if he's already accepted this impossible reality. "The Inkwell." He says simply, nodding to the object sitting on the desk, its surface gleaming in the light.

I blink, still half-convinced that this is some bizarre dream. "The inkwell?" I echo, my voice wavering between disbelief and fear.

Lucien nodded again, his expression softening just a fraction. Yes. The inkwell you found in that quaint little shop. It's no ordinary object, Emma. It carries power, ancient and beyond human understanding. When you wrote my story, it gave me form, substance...life.

I stared at him, my mind reeling. The inkwell, the one I had been so drawn to, the one the shopkeeper had warned me about, is responsible for this? "But that doesn't make any sense," I whispered, more to myself than to him. How can something I wrote become real? How can you be here?

Lucien leans back in the chair, his dark eyes never leaving mine.

Because you willed it. The inkwell responds to the desires, the intentions of its owner. You created me, Emma. And now, here I am.

I can't wrap my head around this. Just hours ago, I was sitting at my desk, pouring my soul into a story that felt more real than anything I'd written in years.

The words had flowed from me as if possessed, as if the story had been waiting for me to find it. But I never imagined.... this.

"I need to wake up," I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut and shaking my head. This is just a dream. A really vivid, really strange dream.

When I opened my eyes again, Lucien was still there, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. "I assure you, Emma, this is no dream."

I glanced around my apartment, half-expecting the walls to start melting or something equally dreamlike, but everything remained stubbornly ordinary.

Except, of course, for the impossibly handsome werewolf sitting beside my bed. What....am I supposed to do with you? I asked, feeling utterly lost.

Lucien tilted his head slightly, considering my question. That depends on what you want, Emma. You brought me here, and now our fates are intertwined. You could choose to write me out of existence, but I suspect that's not what you want.

His words sent a shiver down my spine. Write him out of existence?

Is that really within my power now? The thought is both exhilarating and terrifying.

"I don't even know what I want," I admitted, pulling the blanket tighter around myself.

I didn't ask for any of this. I just wanted to write...to feel like myself again.

Lucien's gaze softens, and for the first time, I see a hint of sympathy in his eyes. I understand. You were searching for something, and the inkwell gave it to you. But magic always comes with a price, Emma.

My heart skips a beat. "A price?"

He nods gravely. The inkwells magic is powerful, but it's also unpredictable. It's tied to your emotions, your deepest desires. You may think you are in control, but the more you use it, the more it takes from you.

His words send a shiver down my spine, but before I can respond, the lights in the room flicker-once, twice-then go out completely, plunging us into darkness.

Lucien? I called out, my voice shaky as I fumbled for the lamp on my bedside table. My fingers finally found the switch, but the light didn't come on.

I'm here, Lucien's voice reassures me from the darkness, but there's an edge to it now, something that makes my pulse quicken with unease.

Before I can ask what's wrong, a strange, otherworldly noise echoes through the room-like the rustling of paper mixed with a low, ominous hum. It's coming from the direction of the desk, from where the inkwell sits.

Get away from it! Lucien's command slices through the dark, urgent and laced with fear. But I'm frozen in place, my eyes locked on the faint, eerie glow now emanating from the inkwell. The room fills with an unnatural energy, thick and heavy, making it hard to breathe. Then, out of nowhere, a gust of wind whips through the room, strong enough to knock over the chair by my desk and scatter papers across the floor. I stumble back, heart pounding in my chest, as the inkwell begins to pulse with light-bright, blinding, and utterly terrifying.

Emma, move! Lucien's voice cuts through the chaos, but before I can react, something slams into me with the force of a truck, knocking the breath from my lungs. I'm thrown to the ground, the world spinning around me, as darkness swallows everything whole. The last thing I hear before losing consciousness is Lucien shouting my name. Then, nothing.

            
            

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