Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 471

Chapter 471: Cheating Death

Olivia’s POV

Today was day five, and honestly, I hadn’t seen much change in Lennox since the last time he called my name. But I was still hopeful. We had two more days left, two more chances to bring him back.

The witch had warned me that the fifth night was always the hardest, the night when the spirit began to struggle between staying and returning. So I sat by Lennox’s bedside, not wanting to leave his side.

His face looked peaceful, too peaceful. It scared me.

"Please, Lennox," I whispered, brushing my fingers across his cheek. "Don’t give up on me now."

The witch began her chants, the same low ancient words that made the air tremble. I closed my eyes, holding his hand tightly, and repeated the same prayer I’d whispered every night: "Find your way back to me."

The room felt warmer at first, then suddenly cold. A strange pull began in my chest, like something inside me was being tugged forward, drawn into a place that wasn’t here.

Before I could speak, everything went dark.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the room anymore. I was standing in a forest, but it wasn’t real. The air shined like smoke, and the trees looked like shadows of themselves. Everything felt heavy, quiet, lifeless.

"Lennox?" I called out. My voice echoed far into the mist.

Then I saw him.

He was walking ahead of me, barefoot, shirtless, his figure glowing faintly in the dark. But his eyes... they were empty, like he didn’t see me. He kept moving forward, deeper into the mist, toward a strange light in the distance.

"Lennox!" I ran after him, my feet sinking into the cold ground. "Please stop! It’s me, Olivia!"

He didn’t stop. It was like he couldn’t hear me.

I pushed harder, my chest burning as I tried to reach him. But no matter how close I got, he stayed the same distance away. It was like the world itself was keeping us apart.

Then, suddenly, a shadow moved behind him—tall, dark, formless. It reached for him, its hand curling around his shoulder.

"NO!" I screamed, sprinting forward. I tried to grab him, but my hand went right through him like mist.

He turned then, slowly, and for a second, I saw his eyes again—alive, full of confusion. "Olivia?" he whispered.

Before I could answer, the shadow pulled him back, and everything around me shattered like glass.

I gasped awake in the real world, my whole body shaking, sweat covering my skin. The witch was still chanting beside me, but she stopped when she saw my face.

"What did you see?" she asked softly.

I could barely breathe. "He’s fighting," I whispered. "But something’s holding him there. Something dark."

The witch nodded slowly, her eyes grim. "That is the spirit of death, Olivia. We are cheating death itself, and if Lennox comes back, it comes with a price."

My heart pounded. I stared at Lennox’s still face. What price? What could Death possibly want in return?

Before I could ask, the door burst open.

Levi and Louis rushed in, their eyes wide. "Olivia!" Levi called, his voice rough with panic. "What happened? We felt something—your energy—it vanished for a moment."

I turned to them, still breathing hard. "I-I saw him," I stammered. "I was there, where he is. But there was something with him—something dark trying to take him away."

Louis’s expression darkened. "You went there? You entered his spirit realm?"

"I didn’t mean to," I said quietly. "It just pulled me in."

Levi ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. "This has to stop, Olivia. You’re getting weaker every day. Look at you—you’re pale, your pulse is fading."

"I’m fine," I snapped. "I can handle this."

"No, you can’t!" he barked, taking a step closer. His eyes were full of fear, not anger. "You think we don’t see it? Every drop of blood you give him takes a piece of you! If you keep going, you might not make it to day seven!"

Louis nodded grimly. "He’s right. The spell is strong, but it’s feeding off your life force. If the balance breaks, you’ll die before he wakes."

I shook my head stubbornly. "I don’t care what it takes. I already lost him once—I’m not losing him again."

Levi’s hands clenched into fists. "Olivia, listen to yourself! You’re willing to trade your life for his? What will happen to us—what will happen to me—if you die?"

His voice cracked on the last word, and then I noticed the pure fear in his eyes.

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