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Death's Devotion

In the sultry depths of Louisiana, Wren, a young mortician, finds herself entangled in a web of mystery and passion that defies the boundaries of reality. Haunted by what she believes to be her own mental illness, Wren's world is forever altered when she encounters a series of enigmatic figures with striking golden eyes—each one seemingly identical yet profoundly different. As Wren's encounters with these mysterious beings intensify, she is drawn deeper into a realm where dreams bleed into reality and the line between sanity and madness blurs. Seduced by the allure of the golden-eyed figure who haunts her every thought, Wren finds herself succumbing to a love that transcends the confines of time and space. But as Wren's feelings for this dark and beguiling presence deepen, she discovers the shocking truth behind the enigmatic figure's identity. Caught between desire and dread, Wren must confront the darkness within herself and the secrets hidden in her mind's shadows. In this spellbinding tale of love, loss, and redemption, Wren must navigate the tangled threads of fate to uncover the truth about the mysterious golden-eyed figure who holds her heart in his hands. Will she find salvation in the arms of her otherworldly lover, or will the revelation of his true nature shatter her fragile illusions forever?

DylanSHill · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
27 Chs

Chapter 11

The next three days went by quickly, and I did my best not to think about Dr. Nyx's theory. If I wasn't mentally ill, what was I? Haunted? Possessed? I had never put much stock in the paranormal, and I wasn't about to head down to the local church and ask Father Brennen to perform an exorcism. Conveniently, the voice had been silent, and my dreams had been devoid of the hooded figure. 

I spent my time playing with Ash and cleaning my apartment. There were far too many memories of my life with Allie, and I needed them gone. When I got to her pillow and blanket on my bed, I gathered them and inhaled their scent one last time before shoving them into a bag with the other items for donation. At least someone could get some use out of them. 

After packing the car, I took them to the local donation drop-off, where people were already sifting through bags and boxes. I unloaded what I had and went to leave. 

"Excuse me?" a raspy voice called from behind me.