Novel & Cerita Aquella Noche

As the night deepened, the shadows cast by the moonlight danced across Estella’s house. Silent as a whisper, a dark figure slipped from a window and moved swiftly toward the forest. Ariston moved elegantly, his form barely a blur against the inky darkness. He made his way to a secluded glistening lake, its surface reflecting the silver of the moon.

What the hell is going on? “I’ll let the bank know we have to reschedule,” Lucas says when we get closer to my house. “No, we’re going. We still have time, right?” “Yes, our appointment is in twenty minutes.” “I’ll take a fast shower, and then we’re going to our appointment.” Lucas steps in front of me, looking into my eyes. “There are demons in your backyard.” “Yeah, but they’re dead now.” I take Lucas’s hand, which is covered in dried blood. “I’m not letting scrapper demons stop us from getting our house together. I know normal is relative, but we’re doing this one normal thing together tonight.”

It would be unsafe and dangerous for such a person to remain, if they were really traitors. Night time had taken a long ride around the earth before it finally arrived, Ava had informed me that the Luna was aware of our little adventure and it was only going to be the two of us. I didn't think too much of it and we found ourselves in the middle of the woods, the dark night sky was bare of the moon and the stars where hidden behind the dark clouds, it appears as though there would be another storm, Ava had inquired if I had heard any other voices and there had been a few, but there were just minor details that were not suspicious or important whatsoever, useless in every sense.

One memory after another crashed into place with horrifying clarity. Seraphina let out a strangled sound inside her head. …Daniela. A long pause followed. If souls could abandon their bodies… Mine would’ve packed its bags already. What in the Moon Goddess’s name did we do that night?

I knew what I had to do… "That night… Tell me, what day was it?" I asked quietly. She frowned, thinking for a moment. "The Blood Moon, I’ll never forget." She said bitterly. I nodded. "Yeah, me neither. She was my mate Nikki, that night I found my mate." She gasped, her heart was thundering as she let go of me, backing away. Tears began streaming down her cheeks as she covered her mouth. "You… slept with your mate…" She whispered, dropping onto the bed. "Goddess…"

After

Aquela's haughty footsteps echoed in the night sky. Each step she took landed on the grass with explosive force. The park was her choice of place to wander around while waiting for Kingston to return. Aquela was afraid of nothing. Instead, she thought about the silence of the place where she stood. The night was a companion who dared to swallow its own shadow, even without a cell phone spreading from the flat object she held tightly.

Did I behave in a stupid way last night? As I was in deep thought, trying so hard to recall what happened the night before, images began flooding my mind. At first, there was that beautiful scent of honey and wild jasmine. Followed by soft gasps, trembling voice like she doesn't want to be around me. Then, the name Ekara repeatedly falling from my lips like an incantation. I clenched my jaw as shame overshadowed me. "There was someone that came here last night." Marcus raised a brow, an annoying smirk plastered on his ugly face. "A woman?"

The night became a canvas for shared stories, laughter, and unexpected connections. As the clock ticked toward the early hours of dawn, Viktor proposed a final toast to the unforgettable night. The clinking of glasses resonated in the quiet lounge, a symbol of the transient nature of their encounter. The night had woven a tapestry of experiences—moments of abandon on the dance floor, introspective conversations on the rooftop, and the shared laughter in the secluded lounge. As the club gradually emptied, Serena couldn't shake the feeling that this night had left an indelible mark, a chapter in her life that would linger in her memories.

Fingers tightening around her dagger, she braced to strike the moment he leaned in. But then—suddenly—the demons vanished with a single sweep of wings. Amber’s eyes widened. Adrenaline surged through her, giving her the strength to run with the others up the stairs. In the courtyard, Darius stood drenched in blood, his voice booming in an ancient tongue: “Creaturae noctis, discedite et numquam ad has terras redite, alioquin iram meam in vos sentietis!” Camilla’s eyes widened. “He told them to leave—and never come back.”