Here's the English translation of your text, maintaining its atmospheric tension and supernatural elements with proper contextual references:
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The clocktower of Mistmoor Academy pierced the night sky like a blade as Avi Carter crouched in her dormitory corner, fingers clawing at blood-scripted warnings凝固 on the windowsill. Kara's hissed caution coiled like venom in her ears while the vacant darkness beneath her bed seemed to pulse with unseen eyes. When knuckles rapped the door, she nearly drove her blood-moon pendant into her palm—only to find Ryan West framed in flickering candlelight, his ice-blue eyes reflecting flame patterns, autumn leaves clinging to his tailored suit like grave soil.
"The Night Council demands your presence." His voice carried the chill of mountain fog, silver cufflinks catching dim light. "Leave the pendant."
Avi's nails bit deeper as her father's scrawled notes about "Eclipse's Gaze" resurfaced—the ice-coffin woman's amber slit-pupils mirroring her own like a genetic curse. She concealed the pendant in her corset's hidden pocket, rising just as Ryan's shadow fractured into three writhing strands, as if manipulated by invisible strings.
Beneath the library's rotting manuscripts, the council chamber's spiral staircase descended through air thick with vampire runes. Each step on bronze handrails carved with ancestral blood-marks felt like trampling ancient vertebrae. Vincent West awaited at the bone-inlaid table, his aged face bisected by candlelight, fingers toying with a silver wolf-claw badge identical to the crime scene evidence.
"Little Carter," his corpse-wax fangs gleamed, "your thief father never imagined his daughter becoming wolfkind's sacrificial lamb."
As Avi's back met cold stone, the pendant burned like live coal. Ryan stood motionless behind Vincent, pupils needle-sharp against invisible resistance.
"Surrender Eclipse's Gaze, or endure the Trial of Shadows." Vincent's snap conjured a parchment where ink squirmed like maggots. "Choose—wolf-torn like your father, or my obedient—"
"I choose the Trial." Avi's iron-tanged interruption coincided with her father's restored deathbed recording: **"Hybrid blood is the key."**
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The catacombs' stench of decay and blood overwhelmed as Avi gripped Kara's bone dagger. Phosphorescent moss revealed corridors paved with beast bones, distant chains screeching. In the Blood Marsh Chamber, pale arms erupted from waist-deep sludge—until the pendant's crimson flare sent them recoiling, revealing an obsidian-encrusted mirror.
The reflection showed not Avi's face, but Kara chained above an altar as Vincent's silver blade parted her ribs, Ryan silently cradling jars of pulsating hearts. When the vision shattered, the ice-coffin woman's lips moved through mirror-frost: **"The eclipse nears..."**
Wolf-hybrids with West-family bat brands attacked, their rotting flesh revealing silver parasites. Kara's voice rained from air vents: "Use the mirror!" Avi deflected phosphor-fire into green beams that eviscerated mutants, then climbed Kara's wolfbane-soaked rope into ventilation shafts.
The second relic—a bone compass with human finger-pointer—led to mortuary cabinets reeking of embalming fluid. "Vincent feeds demon-seeds with hybrid blood," Kara hissed, scar blazing crimson, "When the eclipse—"
Explosions shook pipes as Ryan appeared with silver shotgun, trailed by glassy-eyed Marian—the cafeteria girl now sporting fresh bite marks. "The third relic's the true key," Ryan's trembling aim contradicted his urgency, "Don't trust—"
Marian's spine erupted into bone-whip until Ryan's silver shot exposed brain-maggots. Kara's poisoned dagger found her heart as Avi's pendant flared. "She's been undead since vanishing three years ago!" Kara hauled Avi deeper.
-The clocktower vault's bronze door bore Egyptian hieroglyphs. When all three relics clicked, chains snapped to reveal not promised artifacts, but a bone-altar where Queen Akasha's ice-coffin glowed—her Eclipse's Gaze pendant synchronizing with Avi's in crimson webs.
"Perfect vessel." Vincent's blade kissed Avi's neck. "Your flesh shall birth Akasha's resurrection."
Ryan's sudden gunfire pierced Vincent's shoulder, black blood sizzling on ice. "Did you think I'd miss your puppet strings?" He tore open his shirt, burning silver threads controlling his heart.
As Kara's wolf-pack stormed in, Vincent dissolved into mist. Akasha's coffin exploded amidst memory shards—Avi's mother at wolf-altar, West cavalry crushing Mistmoor's dawn, her father's final scrawl: **"Eclipse's Gaze isn't a key. It's a cage."**
Dawn found the clocktower rubble. Half Ryan's body necrotized from venom as Kara forced wolfsbane serum between his teeth: "Half-vampire abomination's worse than death." Avi clutched her cracked pendant, Akasha's whisper lingering: **"Next full moon, I come."**
On distant cliffs, Vincent watched his regenerating arm with amusement. "The game's just beginning, dear Avi," he licked obsidian blood, "Can you outrun bloodline's curse?"
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