Whispers of Midnight

ith every step. The air was thick with history, the walls whispering secrets she wasn't sure she was ready to hear. She had stayed in the guest wing the night befo

ed to pull her deeper into its mystery. It was almost as if the house was alive, reacting to her presence, shaping the course of her thoughts. She had come t

something she couldn't forget. There was a haunted look in his gaze, a glimmer of fear that had made her question everything she had thought

trove of knowledge, filled with books on history, art, and even the occult. The dark wooden shelves lined the walls, towering from floor to ceiling. There were thousan

her urged her to open it. The room felt like a sanctuary-quiet, removed from the c

s. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows on the walls, giving the space an eerie, almost ethereal quality. Amara's gaze immediately swept over the rows of books, her

r fingers over the spines of the books. It was then that her eyes were drawn to a particular section-a series of leather-bound volumes at the far end of the room. They were unlike the others,

range sensation washed over her, as though an invisible force had taken hold of her. Her breath caught in her throat, and

if the words were alive, shifting and changing before her eyes. She squinted, trying to make sense of the strange symbols, but they eluded her

voice broke

n't be touc

ien standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of con

mmered, quickly closing the book and pla

the book, his jaw clenched tight. "That's

d. "Forbidden? Why? Wha

book is more than just a collection of words. It's a key-a key to a part of this h

nstead, she stood her ground, her mind racing. "What is it?

e not meant for the living. The manor was built on more than just stone and wood-it was built on something older, so

a asked, her voice b

yway. The forbidden room. The one my father spent his entire life searching for. The one

ouse-Velvet Manor-had secrets, yes, but this was something different. This wasn't just abou

stopping her. "You need to leave this place alone, Amara. Wha

rgency, had wrapped itself around her like a vine, and there was no escape. "Damien, if this house is hid

tand. It's not just my father and Lila. There are things in this house that have existed long befor

hardening. "Then I'll find them. I

s mouth as if to stop her, but then closed it again, as if he had given up. "If you mu

falter. She had already made up her mind. The truth was here,