Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - A Mother’s Pact with Darkness to Avenge the Horror That Destroyed Her Daughter’s Life PART6 #9

Episode Date: July 21, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales#darklegacy #eternalcurse #motherswrath #supernaturalvengeance #griefanddarkness  In Part 6, the story plunges deeper into the ongoing battle between light and shadow inside the mother’s soul. With vengeance achieved, the true curse reveals itself: an eternal torment that blurs the line between victim and villain. Haunted by the legacy of her choices, she must confront the possibility that darkness is now her permanent companion. This chapter explores the cost of revenge when it becomes an endless cycle, and the price of love when it’s forged in darkness.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,darkcurse, eternalvengeance, hauntedmother, shadowinside, supernaturalcurse, griefandwrath,legacyofdarkness, motherandmonster, pactunbroken, horrorcontinuation, cursedfate, soulshackled,darknesswithin, tragicrevenge, horrorseries, emotionaldarkness, hauntedlegacy

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Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampack with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only. Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. It had been some time since Mone had last visited Lucian's grave, but his presence was still haunting her thoughts.

She could feel him, his fragmented memories, like echoes of a life that had been erased by time, as if the man he had once been had never truly existed at all. Each visit had unraveled another piece of him, but she still hadn't found the core of his pain, the reason his name had been whispered with such venom and fear. She could feel the weight of it now, the pull drawing her back to him, to his past, to the knight that had broken him, because there was a knight, Mooney knew, that had broken him. A night filled with blood, iron, and betrayal. It wasn't an easy thing to confront what Lucian had been through. She had seen his youth, his letters, his unspoken hopes, and yet, the vision of that

moment had evaded her. The night of violence, of a brutal loss that would shape him forever, was a story still locked away. But that night had to be here, somewhere in the maze, of his memories. She could feel it in the air, heavy as a storm waiting to break. And so, she returned to the cemetery once more. The graveyard was quiet, an uneasy calm settling over the gravestones as Mony stepped carefully over the ground. The cool night air wrapped around her like a shroud, but the urgency in her heart propelled her forward, urging her to reach Lucian's resting place, to feel his memories again. She knelt by the stone, her fingers trembling slightly as she laid them against its cold surface.

The moment her skin touched the engraved letters of his name, the world blurred, and she was pulled under, as if being swept into a tide of forgotten time. She fell into the depths of Lucian's memories once more. The first thing she noticed was the heat. The night air had a thick, suffocating quality to it, and it smelled of sweat and blood. The ground beneath her feet was dirt-streaked and uneven,

and above her, the sky was dark, moonless. In the distance, she could hear the sounds of horses, their hooves pounding against the earth, their rider's voices shouting in harsh, guttural tones. The sound of metal, of swords clashing, carried on the wind, ringing sharp and cruel. Moni's breath caught in her throat as she turned her head. Lucian was standing in the middle of the chaos, not yet a man, but not quite a boy either. His face was pale, streaked with dirt, his eyes wide, flickering with panic as he looked around, helpless, a ragged breath escaping his lips. He was alone. The world around him was a blur of flashing steel and fire.

It was a battle, no, a slaughter. He was in the midst of a war that was never meant to be his. Lucian's gaze darted from one figure to another, trying to find something to hold on to, but it was all just confusion, a mess of faces and shadows, of lives and deaths tangled together in a way that made no sense. And then, through the haze of battle, Moni saw him, the figure who towered over everything, even the chaos. Lucian's father, Diego, stood at the center, holding a sword in his hand. His movements were deliberate, his expression grim as he fought against the advancing men. But Moni could see the desperation in his eyes, the way his grip on the sword seemed to falter, as if the weight of the world had become too much for him to bear.

Lucian's heart raised, and Moni could feel it, the frantic pulse of a boy who didn't understand what was happening, who didn't know why the men around him were fighting, why his father was fighting. The moment stretched, the world slowing as if time itself had stopped. And then, the blow. A sharp, sickening crack. Lucian's father, Diego, fell to his knees, the sword slipping from his grasp as blood began to pour from the gash on his side. The sounds of battle blurred into an ominous silence as Moni watched, helpless, her own heart-breaking in time with the boys.

Lucian screamed, a sound torn from the deepest parts of him. His father's name echoed in the night, a desperate cry that held no hope. But it was too late. Diego collapsed, the world continuing to spin around him as the life drained from his body. Moni could feel the weight of the moment, the crushing reality of it. Lucian dropped to his knees beside his father, his hands trembling as he reached for Diego's lifeless body, his fingers brushing against the blood-soaked ground. His voice was a whisper, barely audible against the distant clamor.

No. No, this can't be real. Mone could feel the rawness of the moment, the anguish that gripped Lucian's soul as he cried out to the man who had been his protector, his father. But there was no answer. The world continued its march forward, oblivious to the devastation it had caused, leaving Lucian alone in the wake of the slaughter. And then, as if drawn by the tragic gravity of the moment, another figure appeared in the shadows. A man, one moni had not seen before.

His face was obscured by the dark hood of his cloak, but his presence was undeniable, like a spectre woven into the very fabric of the night. He moved silently, watching the scene unfold with a cold detourable. attachment, as if Lucian's pain was of no consequence. Moni's breath caught as she tried to understand. The figure's hand rested upon the hilt of a blade at his side, his fingers grazing the metal as he watched Lucian, as if he were deciding something, calculating a move in a game of chess.

Lucian, still kneeling beside his father, was unaware of the danger that loomed. His world had shattered in an instant, and he couldn't see the man who stood watching him from the shadows, waiting for the right moment. to strike. The man in the cloak took a step forward, his voice low and cold as he spoke to Lucian, who was too lost in his grief to respond. Your father was a fool, the man said, the words cutting through the silence like a blade. He owed more than he could repay. Lucian's head snapped up, his eyes wild with confusion. He stared at the man, as if trying to make sense of the words, but all he saw was the coldness in the man's eyes, eyes that spoke of

nothing but contempt. Your father was no hero, the man continued, his voice carrying a finality that made Lucian's chest tighten. He died because he was weak. You, boy, you are no different. Moni felt the sting of the man's words like a blow to her own chest. She watched Lucian, a boy who had already lost everything, now being further torn apart by the cruel, careless words of a stranger. She wanted to reach out, to stop the man, to somehow shield Lucian from this last moment of betrayal. But she was powerless, just a witness to a fate that had already been sealed. Lucian stood, his legs shaking beneath him as he gazed at his father's body, his face pale with disbelief. The man in the cloak stood silently, as if waiting for

Lucian to make a decision, to say something, anything. But Lucian didn't speak. Instead, he turned and walked away from the scene, his body is stiff, his mind already spirited, and into the darkness that had come with the loss of his father. The last of his innocence had been stolen, leaving nothing but a shell of the boy who had once held hope in his hands. Moni's breath caught as the memory began to fade, the image of Lucian walking away from the wreckage of his life, leaving everything behind in search of something he couldn't yet understand.

When Moni opened her eyes, she was back in the cemetery, her fingers still resting on the stone of Lucian's grave. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine, as if the shadows of the past still clung to her skin. The pain, the betrayal, the finality of that night, Lucien's night, had become a part of her now. She had witnessed the death of a boy's world, a boy who had been forced to grow up too soon, whose soul had been scarred by violence and loss, to be contiud.