ON HOLD (for few months)
It's a story of a girl (Moon Y/N) who don't know her abilities which is only know by her parents but why they are hiding even from their own daughter? What they fear about? Will jeon jungkook be able to help her ? How they...
In the stillness of the night, two hearts beat in unison, bound by a promise and a love that would withstand any storm.
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As Jungkook lunged at the dark figure, a fierce snarl escaping his lips, the creature let out a chilling, hollow laugh. Shadows seemed to ripple around it, distorting the air with its malevolent energy. Just as Jungkook's claws were about to make contact, the figure dissolved into a wisp of darkness, evading his attack. The room fell silent, the only sound the faint echo of that eerie laughter lingering in the air.
In an instant, the wisp of darkness shot out of the mansion, speeding through the night like a phantom. It wove through the dense forest, the trees whispering secrets to the wind as it passed. The further it traveled, the more the atmosphere changed. The air grew colder, heavier with an oppressive sense of dread.
Deep within the heart of the forest, hidden from mortal eyes, lay a place of utter darkness. The dark figure approached a seemingly empty clearing, but as it neared, a shimmer in the air revealed an ancient, invisible shield. It passed through effortlessly, and the shield flickered, breaking the enchantment that kept it hidden from the world.
Slowly, a massive, ominous castle emerged from the shadows. Its twisted spires reached up like skeletal fingers clawing at the night sky. The walls were covered in creeping vines, black as ink, and the windows glowed with a sickly, green light that pulsed like a heartbeat.
The dark figure reformed at the castle's entrance, its presence casting long, sinister shadows that danced across the stone walls. The energy around the castle was thick with malice, an ancient, dark power that seemed to seep into the very ground. The air was filled with the faint sounds of distant, tormented whispers, as if the souls trapped within the castle's walls were crying out for release.
Inside the castle, the corridors twisted and turned, creating a labyrinth of despair. The dark figure moved with purpose, gliding silently through the eerie halls. Flickering torches lined the walls, casting an otherworldly glow that barely penetrated the thick darkness. The stone floor was damp, echoing with the distant drip of unseen water, and the scent of decay lingered in the air.
Reaching the heart of the castle, the figure entered a grand, shadow-filled chamber. At the center stood a massive throne carved from obsidian, adorned with grotesque, writhing shapes that seemed almost alive. Sitting upon the throne was a figure cloaked in black, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light, radiating pure, dark energy.
The dark figure bowed low, its form trembling with a mix of fear and reverence. The throne's occupant leaned forward, a sinister smile curling its lips.
"Did you find her?" The voice was a low, menacing hiss, echoing off the chamber walls.
The dark figure nodded, its voice a raspy whisper. "Yes, my lord. She is protected by the wolf. But she grows stronger."
