All Chapters of Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

165 Chapters

Chapter One:The Night He Bit Me

The city was soaked in neon and stormlight the night everything changed.Evangeline Cross had just left St. Mercia’s Neurological Institute, her final shift as a resident finally behind her. The weight of the title, Doctor Cross, still felt foreign on her shoulders, like a coat she hadn’t broken in yet. It should’ve felt victorious; but at the moment, all she felt was exhaustion.She walked with long, purposeful strides, black slacks clinging to her legs in the damp breeze, her gray button-down still tucked in with surgical precision. Her chin-length bob, jet-black and razor-straight, clung to the sides of her face. Moonlight caught on her mahogany skin, and her sharp gray eyes flicked upward as thunder rumbled in the distance.At twenty-seven, she was tall, poised, and unapologetically serious - a woman sculpted by science, sleepless nights, and ambition. There was an intensity in her posture, the kind that made people move out of her way without knowing why.She had just brought out

Chapter Two: The Night They Found Me

Evangeline bolted upright, her breath caught in her throat, sweat slicking her skin despite the chilled air, the dream clinging to her like smoke.Her hand went instinctively to her wrist, the place where, in the dream, teeth had broken flesh. The scar was still there, faint and crescent-shaped, hiding beneath layers of time and denial.It's been five years, but it still felt like yesterday.She blinked away the haze and took in her surroundings. In the dim, sterile lighting, all that surrounded her in her cluttered office, smelling of disinfectant and old paper, were papers and filling cabinets. She leaned back on her stiff leather chair as she recovered her equilibrium. She must have fallen asleep at her desk again, surgical charts spread out around her like a paper nest.Her hair, a long, dark cascade of waves now, fell into her face, and she brushed it back, groaning softly. It had grown unruly since she stopped trying to control it, a silky storm of ink that tumbled down past her

Chapter Three:The Night They Attacked Me

Evangeline didn’t wait to argue as she turned and ran. Her heels pounded the concrete with sharp, echoing cracks, as though each step was cracking open the skin of the earth itself. Her breath came in sharp bursts, eyes darting across the dim garage as shadows lengthened and warped around her.Behind her, those shadows hissed as they missed.The garage began to change; at least, it felt like it. The air thickened, as though tar filled her lungs.Plop!Plop!!Plop!!!Fluorescent lights overhead flickered violently and went out one by one in rapid succession plunging her path into a tunnel of strobing doom.She shot past the first row of cars, weaving between bumpers and columns. From behind, a jagged screech tore through the air - metal like claws dragging across steel, something fast and heavy scrambling over the hood of a car.Malik had taken to the ceiling again. He was the tallest and fastest, a sickening blur of bone and sinew that twisted like a serpent in midair. His limbs bent a

Chapter Four:The Night They Saved Me

The claws came down but the blow never landed.Because, that instant, a vicious howl ruptured the silence - raw, guttural, and impossibly loud. It wasn’t a sound born from anything human or sane. It echoed through the underground parking lot like thunder rolling across a steel sky. The demon’s claw halted mid-air, trembling. It turned, snarling, but even it hesitated.Evangeline’s ears rang as her heart stuttered. Her lungs locked up as if the very air had turned solid in her chest.And, then, they came.From the shadows, four enormous wolves erupted like ghosts given flesh, bleach-white and silent, their forms a blur of violence and grace. They looked like they had risen from the bone dust of some long-dead battlefield, unnatural in their purity, and monstrous in their scale.Each of them moved like a ripple of death through the concrete darkness. Their paws barely made a sound, but the sheer presence of them sent vibrations crawling through the floor and up Evangeline’s spine.Their

Chapter Five:The Amber Eye And Fever Dreams

Darkness swam in her skull, as Evangeline struggled to regain consciousness. This wasn't the usual comforting, velvety kind of darkness that lulled children to sleep, this one crackled like lightning trapped inside her bones.She then woke up burning, not from fever, but from something deeper, clawing its way up her spine like fire running through her blood. Her limbs still refused to move, and even when her eyelids fluttered, her eyes wouldn’t open.Everything inside her screamed in pain; It was as if she was falling inward - drowning in pain and memory. Somewhere in the haze, voices whispered, like wind through dying leaves.“…she bleeds silver…”“…the bond has started…”“…her blood remembers…”“…we should’ve waited…”“…too late now. The Veil already knows…”She didn’t recognize the voices, but it was her soul that did, as those voices began stir something inside her that had been locked away a long time.Suddenly, the pain struck sharper than before, earning a grunt from her. A hot

Chapter Six:The In-Between

For a long time, Evangeline just… breathed like she was relearning how to be human again after drinking the glowing liquid in the bowl Selene had given her.But was she still human?The question coiled inside her like a serpent, slithering beneath her skin, waiting for an answer no one dared to give her.Xander’s parting words hung in the air like smoke“You are the goddess they tried to erase.”What did that even mean?She wasn’t a goddess, she was just a surgeon. A woman who spent her days fighting death, not wielding it. She had a cat named Pumpkin, a favorite café where the barista spelled her name wrong every damn times she still hadn’t finished her taxes... goddesses didn’t need to worry about taxes, right?But gods didn’t bleed, either, and she’d bled... a lot.Her fingers drifted to the bandages at her side. The pain was there - but so was something else, like a hum or a pulse. As though something ancient had been stitched beneath her skin, and now, it stirred.“Drink, again!”

Chapter Seven:The Gate Beneath Her Skin

The scream tore from Evangeline’s throat like a jagged storm ripping through silence - raw, soul-deep, and ancient.But to her surprise, it wasn’t just her voice, the lake screamed too.Its surface rippled violently, glowing from within like a molten eye yawning open. The air pulsed with something too primal to name as wind spiraled upward from the water, carrying whispers in languages older than time itself."She is opening...""The lock breathes again...""The Key has awakened..."Evangeline fell backward, gasping, clawing at the ground. Her fingers dug into the stone floor, nails splitting, but she barely felt the pain. It was drowned by the roar inside her skull as visions slammed into her.Chains. A silver gate screaming as it splintered. A shadow in the form of a man—its hands soaked in golden ichor. And at the center of it all was her... standing at the mouth of an abyss, holding a blade carved from her own rib.She saw herself from outside herself, standing tall, crowned, a

Chapter Eight:The Hollow That Hunts

When Evangeline awoke, it was not in the sanctum... it was in motion.She jolted up but then instantly regretted it as a sharp pain stabbed through her ribs like broken glass lodged beneath her skin. Her vision swam in hues of red and gold. The ceiling above her shifted with shadowed arches and golden inscriptions.The sound of hooves and the smell of smoke and iron made her realize that she was in a carriage.But not an ordinary one, it was shaped like a miniature cathedral on wheels - walls reinforced with runes that pulsed faintly with her heartbeat. Golden chains crisscrossed the floor, glowing with symbols she instinctively recognized as warding seals.She would have voiced this out but of course she wasn’t alone.The quads were also in the carriage, but she was in Xander's arms, with Lucien on his other side. Cassius and Selene sat across from her, arms crossed, face as still and sharp as a blade unsheathed.“You’re awake,” Selene said coolly, as if she hadn’t just watched her b

Chapter Nine:Fire Beneath The Veil

The first sign wasn’t the scream.It was the fire.It bloomed across the perimeter like a living wound - blue, not red, and cold enough to burn. The runes carved into the boundary stones exploded, each one erupting in a flare of light before crumbling to ash.Then came the shriek.It wasn’t human, it wasn’t animal, it was ancient.A sound dragged from some throatless mouth that had never learned language, just hate.Evangeline stumbled backward as the forest itself seemed to convulse. Trees bent unnaturally, screaming as their vein-like branches withered and snapped. The sky tore open like parchment, and from the rift above, they descended.Figures of shadow, some shaped like men, others like beasts twisted beyond comprehension. Each one a fragment of the Hollow’s will. Their bodies hissed and smoked as they moved, burning the ground with every step.“INCOMING!” Xander bellowed. His sword ignited mid-air, gleaming with runes that pulsed with a light Evangeline didn’t recognize not jus

Chapter Ten:The Vow Of Fire And Ash

The halls of the Supernatural Enforcement Bureau trembled beneath Elias Vaughn’s boots.He was a storm given human form - or at least what passed for human these days. His long black overcoat flared with each step like a battle banner in the wind, and overhead, the fluorescent lights flickered violently, as though the building itself feared him. Every creature in his path - vampires, witches, seers, fae, even the humans in crisp bureaucratic uniforms - stepped aside without hesitation. A serpent-shifter practically leapt to the wall, eyes wide in horror, but no one dared meet his gaze.His jaw was clenched so tightly that a thick vein throbbed visibly along his temple. Crimson sparks crackled around his right hand, restrained power simmering just beneath the skin, waiting - begging - for an excuse to be unleashed.The double doors of his office shattered open with a boom that echoed down the corridor like the toll of judgment.“Do you call that an ambush?” he roared, his voice a roa

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