Beware The Night の小説・ストーリー

EXTRA CHAPTER 3 The large front door of the mansion opened, and a familiar man with gray eyes came out. "Man." Gideon nodded at him. The two hugged man-to-man before he waved three key cards like those seen in hotels. "The house is ready. I already installed a security system throughout the mansion. The roof and walls are bulletproofed just like you like." He then looked at her and Summer too. "Welcome to Northsire Town." "Thanks, Cale. I owe you, man."

" Are you sure?" "Yes". Andrea said. " Ok," She lay back on the bed. "You guys can go back to sleep, Andrea and I will stay over to watch her". Linda said. " Ok," Amma said and they left. "Thank you for staying by". Maya said. " Is ok, it's our responsibility to look after you, so, sleep now and don't worry about anything". Linda said. "Ok, good night". she yawned and drifted back to sleep, The girls sat down on the sofa staring at her, and soon they fell asleep on the chair.

I was also concerned that I would find no one who I could talk to or relate to. Lilian was great, but there were things I couldn't tell her, like the things that happened in the night. There were times I saw shadows leaning towards me or following me. On different occasions, I would pick up on sounds emanating from my neighbors' houses, but the latest incident had a distinct quality. An internal voice seemed to alert me, making me aware of the existence of something sinister and ominous.

Yawning, I take a drink of water from the night stand, before getting in bed and pulling up the covers. Just as I close my eyes, I hear a familiar scratching noise from the closet. Opening them, I bolt up in bed. Bubba, my fearless monster slayer is laying on the floor comatose, but he hears it too and jumps up. I notice that his ears are perked up and he cocks his head as he tries to hear something over by the closet.

"And we will honor the memory of those we've lost by building a city where fear no longer rules." As the words hung in the air, there was a collective sense of renewed purpose among the humans. Beverly's presence had sparked a flame of hope within them, a belief that they could rise above the darkness that had consumed their lives. The night waned on, and the humans settled into makeshift beds, their eyes growing heavy with exhaustion. Beverly remained vigilant, her senses attuned to every sound and movement outside. She knew that danger still lurked in the city, that the werewolves were a constant threat. But for now, in this fleeting moment of respite, they were safe.

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

He knew that when the sun dipped below the horizon and night fell, she would head for that water. ​Ethan would not stop in his quest for the book Scarlett held, and Alex would do whatever it took to keep her safe... even if it meant breaking the laws of the pack. ​As night fell, a profound silence blanketed the camp while everyone slept. With careful steps and knowing glances, Scarlett and Leslie slipped out of their tents, heading toward the lake under the starry sky. They didn't realize that, from a distance, a large wolf was following them through the shadows. It was Ethan, who had decided to watch Scarlett from his lupine form, his eyes fixed on his target.

He came on the third night of the new moon. I knew before the guards spoke. The spirit-web shuddered, a familiar thread—frayed, poisoned, but still pulsing—trembling at the edges of my territory. He had not eaten in days. The cold had bitten his fingers. The bond-sickness had hollowed his cheeks until he resembled a skull wrapped in greying skin. "Alpha," my Beta said, eyes downcast. "There is a wolf at the eastern border. He claims... he claims you owe him audience."

Who has been watching me? Unknown: searching for answers?

She knew the risks, but she couldn't bear the thought of Ethan facing his demons alone. One moonlit night, Selene slipped out of the pack's territory, moving silently through the woods toward the palace. Her werewolf senses guided her, the rustling leaves and distant howls of wolves masking her approach. She skirted the palace guards, her heart pounding with each step closer to Ethan.