All Chapters of Adrian Cole; Return of the Lost Heir: Chapter 161
- Chapter 170
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chapter 164
The kitchen smelled faintly of oil and herbs, a quiet warmth that should have been comforting. But for Lysa, the warmth felt like fire. Her hands trembled as she chopped vegetables, the rhythm uneven, her mind spinning like a storm. She tried to focus, tried to tell herself she was just a new maid trying to do her duty. But the thoughts in her head refused to obey. Every memory felt jumbled. Faces she couldn’t place, instructions she couldn’t remember, whispers she didn’t understand. Her knife slipped. The vegetables scattered across the floor. A plate, balanced precariously on the edge of the counter, teetered. Lysa froze, eyes wide. The plate fell. It shattered. Ceramic shards flew across the floor, cutting into her palm. Pain—sharp, real—stole her breath for a moment. She looked down at her hand, red spreading like ink on paper, and her heart raced faster than the blood that dripped. And then… a cold voice cut through the room. “You incompetent child!” Lysa spun aro
Chapter 165
Lysa’s hands were still trembling as she finished picking up the last shard of the broken plate. Every movement felt like dragging her body through fire.The head maid’s eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her like a predator inspecting wounded prey.“You call that cleaning?” she snapped. “Pathetic. You think that excuses your clumsiness? You think a few drops of blood and a pile of shards can erase your incompetence?”Lysa’s lips quivered. She opened her mouth to explain, but words failed her.“No excuses!” the head maid barked. “You will feel what failure truly means.”Before Lysa could react, the maid turned toward the other maids, her voice sharp and commanding.“Teach her. Make her understand. She is not a child—she is a servant in this house. Every mistake must be punished!”Two maids stepped forward hesitantly, glancing at each other as if unsure.“Do it!” the head maid shouted, her patience gone. “If she survives this, perhaps she’ll remember her place!”Lysa tried to defend herself,
Chapter 166
The hospital room was sterile, cold, and silent except for the faint beeping of the monitors that tracked Elena Graham’s vitals. Sunlight streamed weakly through the blinds, casting narrow stripes across the white floor. She lay in the hospital bed, bandages covering her arm and leg, her breathing shallow and even. For a moment, it seemed peaceful, almost normal—but the danger lingering just outside the room threatened to shatter it.A door creaked open, and a man in a white coat stepped in briskly. His badge identified him as one of the hospital’s new attending physicians.“Good morning,” he said in a practiced, almost too-cheerful tone. “How are you feeling today, Ms. Graham?”Elena’s eyes fluttered open, tired but alert. “I’m… okay, I think,” she replied weakly. Her voice was hoarse, but she tried to keep it steady.The doctor smiled faintly and moved toward her bedside, clipboard in hand. “Let’s take a look at your vitals before we proceed with any treatment. Blood pressure… pulse
Chapter 167
Chapter 167 The assassin stood on the hospital rooftop, his body trembling. The memory of the punishment hadn’t left him, his bone still hurt from the one thousand strike. In his years of been an assassin he has never been punished like this.. And now he has just twenty-one days. Is either he kill Adrian Cole… or be erased completely from the cultivators world.. His eyes darkened as he looked down at the hospital entrance below. “She should have died,” he muttered under his breath. “The knife didn't miss… and yet she still alive.” His fingers curled tightly against the railing, the metal denting under his grip. “That man…” his voice dropped, filled with hatred. “He ruins everything.” For a moment, he considered going after Adrian directly again—but the memory of his last encounter lingered. That overwhelming presence. That suffocating power. No, Charging blindly would only lead to another failure. A slower, crueler thought formed instead. “If I can’t kill you directly…” he
Chapter 168
Chapter 168 "You must think I'm a fool and maybe I was going to face you head on. but no, I'll take you unaware, this is just a hint of what you're about to face" Jen, the assassin who was on the other hospital tower trying his best to stay away from Adrian. He has felt he was coming from him.and quickly left, now he stood few meters away from the hospital.. A figure suddenly landed on on the same roof. He was wearing a grey robes that shimmered like mist, his presence quiet but suffocating. "I guess I didn't miss you scent, good thing we meet" the person said, and his face shown it turns out to be Smith from the elders pavilion.. The Jen clenched his fist, as he stiffened, then slowly turned. “…You.” Smith stood a few steps away, calm and unhurried, silver light faintly glowing in his eyes. “You were told not to touch him, did your cult thinks the Elders pavilion is a joke?” he asked.. The Jen let out a dry laugh, his voice rough from the punishment he had endured. “I was to
Chapter 169
Chapter 169 "Ahhhhh" Jen screamed, laying inside a pit, his body submerged in a medicinal liquid. Footsteps approached, and he tried his best to make sure. Not to screamed anymore despite the severe pain. Leon stopped at the edge of the pit and looked down at him, his expression calm but heavy with judgment. “Do you understand whose life you tried to take?” he demanded, his face cold has stone. Jen struggled to speak. “A… child.” Leon’s gaze hardened. “Not just a child. That boy is the only reason his mother is still alive.” Jen frowned weakly, confusion cutting through the pain. "It's a normal thing for a parent to be alive for their children. And it's just unfortunate he was at the scene. Four people was in this. Why's he so special? This cult has wasted many lives without even caring why does all this matters" Leon scoffed, he wasn't done yet but he let him speak..“She spent years begging for him,” he continued. “Kneeling in temples until her knees bled. When nothing ans
Chapter 170
Elena lay on the hospital bed, her mind still foggy from the sedatives. Her eyes opened slowly at the faint click of the door. She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her body, forcing her back down with a wince. She inhaled sharply, then turned her gaze toward the entrance. Adrian stood by the doorway. For a moment, he didn’t move. But his eyes were different. “Adrian,” she said weakly, her voice strained. Adrian stepped inside and closed the door softly behind him. His eyes stayed on her as he crossed the room and took a seat beside her bed. “How are you feeling?” he asked. His tone was calm, steady—almost detached, but not unkind. “Better,” she replied quietly. “The pain is manageable now.” His gaze briefly dropped to her bandaged leg before returning to her face. “You’re lucky to have survive it. Some people wouldn't have” he said simply. Elena swallowed and nodded faintly. “I know.” Adrian broke the silence first. “You almost died. You shouldn't have take
Chapter 171
“Why is your fate so stubborn?” Leon muttered, his eyes fixed on the frozen figure before him. For once, his usual composure slipped, frustration cutting through his expression. “I should have control over this… yet something stronger is interfering.” He paced across the chamber, his steps echoing against the floor. . “These next twenty-one days…” Leon exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “This is the cost of incompetence. If he dies now, we lose the chance to act. And if we act too early…” He stopped walking. “…everything collapses.” He turned back toward the frozen princess. Elowen stood exactly as she had been left—still, untouched by time, her eyes closed as if in sleep. “I need this to hold,” Leon said quietly. “The curse cannot break. Not yet.” His gaze hardened, resolve settling back into place. Without another word, he pushed the temple doors open and stepped out. The air beyond felt heavier, as though the weight of unseen forces pressed down from above. His thoughts w
Chapter 172
The night had settled quietly over the Nightfall Zone. The moon hung high, casting a silvery glow over the darkened landscape. The stillness of the world was eerie, almost oppressive, as if the earth itself was holding its breath.Within the heart of the Nightfall Kingdom, nestled behind ancient stone walls and guarded by the mystical powers of the land, sat the royal family’s private chambers. In the grand hall, King Thalor sat upon his throne, his brow furrowed in deep thought. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on the stone floor beneath him, his hands tightly clasped together. Beside him stood his wife, Queen Elara, her face pale and drawn, as if the weight of something unseen was pressing down on her. Their son, Prince Corwin, stood beside them, his expression tense.For several hours, the family had been waiting for any sign, any message from Princess Elowen. But none had come. And in the world they lived, such silence was ominous.“Why haven’t we heard from her?” King Thalor fin
Chapter 173
The nightfall bird suddenly came to a stop, croaking, like he was trying to cal attention. Leo who was sitting and watching news on the TV, stood up. His eyes narrowed. He felt a foreign spiritual signature brushing against the boundary barrier he had personally reinforced around the princess. He stepped out into the courtyard slowly, his robe swaying in the wind. His gaze lifted toward the sky. “There you are,” he murmured. High above, the Nightfall bird froze mid-flight. Leon raised a single hand. He did not shout. He did not chant. He simply clenched his fingers slightly. The bird screeched as invisible pressure crushed around its body. Its wings flapped wildly, silver light flickering erratically as it attempted to break free. Leon’s expression remained calm. “So,” he said quietly, eyes cold, “they’ve begun searching.” The bird attempted to dive, trying to pierce through the dimensional layer back to Nightfall—but Leon flicked his wrist. The sky cracked with a sharp, s