Lahat ng Kabanata ng To Bleed For You: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Inside the twisting corridors, Nadia and Maya dashed past shifting portraits and buckling floorboards. The blueprint in Nadia's hands emitted a blinding white light. Suddenly, a narrow strip of wall paneling slid away, revealing a dust-covered, hidden staircase spiraling steeply downward. "Nadia, look at the map!" Maya shouted, pointing at the parchment. Fresh silver lines glowed on the paper, outlining a secret, direct underground route from Julian's study to the external steps—just beneath Elena and Vivienne's fight. "It’s a backdoor escape," Nadia realized, her heart pounding. "We're just outside the study. Let’s go!" They burst through a warped doorway into Julian’s chaotic study. Books slid off tilted shelves as the house groaned around them. Nadia jumped over a fallen armchair, slamming the glowing Florentine Covenants sketch onto the heavy mahogany desk, aligning it with the geometric grooves carved into the wood. **The Breach and the Fall** The moment the

Maya lifted the silver cavalry saber, its cold blade flickering with erratic crimson flashes from the window. Her hand trembled but remained steady, her thumb poised over the blade's edge, ready to draw blood. "Maya, wait," a weak, fractured voice called from the floor. Maya hesitated, glancing down. Elena was precariously pushing herself upright against the doorframe, her teeth clenched with pain as black vapor continued to rise from her shredded shoulder. Her amber eyes, usually fierce, looked wide with a desperate vulnerability. She reached out with her uninjured hand, her cold fingers gently brushing Maya’s ankle. "Please… be careful," Elena choked, her voice cracking with raw emotion. "I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. If… if your soul or life is harmed because of that cursed paper… I wouldn’t survive it. I can't live another hundred years in the dark without you, Maya. Silas is still out there, scheming, but I won't let him take you from me." Elena's

Maya gazed at the ink flowing on the ledger, her memory etching every word. She avoided looking at Elena or Vivienne. She also ignored Nadia. For the first time since the heavy iron gates clanged shut hours earlier, her heart's frantic, panicked beat ceased racing. It slowed into a cold, heavy, and focused state. No longer just a mortal girl watching a supernatural conflict from the safe steps of the manor, she became its core. She was the weapon, the lock, and the executioner."Julian is asking you to bear the weight of the entire world," Elena said fiercely, stepping into Maya’s view.Her amber eyes, normally blazing with ancient fire, softened into something tender as she looked at Maya. Elena closed the gap between them, her cold, trembling hands gently cupping Maya’s face.The contrast was striking—the ancient vampire, physically shaken, while Maya stood firm like stone."I don't care about the lineage," Elena whispered, her voice cracking with emotion as she pressed her for

The relentless, grinding roar of the manor’s shifting layout had finally ceased. Outside, the towering barrier of white and silver light stood silent and absolute against the misty pine forest, a beautiful but terrifying cage keeping the rest of Silas's trackers at bay. In the underground transport hangar beneath the estate, the sleek, dark sedan idling at the end of the concrete tunnel was their ticket out. Nadia and Vivienne were already packing the trunk, their hushed, urgent voices echoing off the concrete walls as they checked the luggage containing Julian's ledger and the copy of the catacomb schematics. Maya stood near the passenger side, her hand lightly resting on the cold steel frame of the car. Her wounded thumb was neatly bandaged, but the dull throb beneath the gauze was a constant reminder of the choice she had made. "Maya." A cool, light touch brushed against her shoulder. Maya turned to see Elena standing just inches away. The vampire had changed into clean trav

Francesca Rossini remained kneeling, her hands steady as she held the iron compass aloft. Her sharp gaze moved past Maya’s boots, and her expression instantly hardened. The warmth in her eyes turned into cold hostility upon noticing the two figures behind the girl.Elena stood with her jaw clenched, her amber eyes reflecting the morning light with a protective, dangerous stillness. Next to her, Vivienne’s hand rested on her hidden short-sword.Francesca slowly rose, her charcoal blazer shifting as she handed the compass to a young guild member. She avoided looking at Maya and took three deliberate steps closer to Elena, standing a foot away, unbothered by the predatory energy radiating from the vampire coven. “You brought le zanzare into our sanctuary," Francesca hissed, her voice low and venomous, echoing in the silent hangar. This old-world slur for vampires was deeply derogatory. "Julian’s ledger promised us that when the True Architect returned, she would free the bedrock f