Chapter 4 Of Night Novels & Stories

Cult marks on Nightfang’s history. It would be so easy, she thought, for everyone back home to slide right into the old script: *See? They were always the problem. We told you.* Not on her watch. Not this time. --- ### Chapter 40 – Us They camped that night on a rocky rise that offered a view of the valley spread out below—a patchwork of dark forest, paler fields, the occasional glint of water. The sky overhead was clear for once, stars pricking through the deep blue like scattered salt.

Chapter 9: The Price of Victory Night falls heavy and fast, the way it always does in the borderlands—like someone snuffed out the last candle and left only smoke. I’m inside the tent, hood down, studying the next chapter by that faint violet glow from my own fingertips when the first vibration hits the ground. Not the usual camp shuffle. Not footsteps. Something heavier. Coordinated. Many. I drop the book. Hood up. Slip to the flap and peer out.

Things were too fast that she did not even have the chance to take a glimpse of the person who shouted, but Dale acted like it was a sign of danger. If she remembered it right, the shout almost pertained to Dale. Maybe it was the owner or guard of this place or something like that. They reached the fourth floor and quickly entered any door to silently hide inside. Scurry footsteps from the outside told them that whoever followed them, they were just outside the room. “Look there,” A husky male voice pierced through the wooden door. Yuna and Dale stayed quiet until silence finally enveloped the place. Yuna heaved a deep sigh. It was her first day here, yet troubles were already spontaneously

Your unity won’t save you from me. Alex tightened their grip and kept moving, the glow of the Nexus lighting their way. End of Chapter 24 This chapter deepens the group’s internal struggles while setting up the next trial that will test their collective strength.

He realized there was much more to the fallen Luna than a stolen title. End of Chapter Four

Chapter 40: Shattered Chains Xander – Crescent Moon Pack, North Tower The night was heavy, cloying with an oppressive silence that made the air feel thick, as though it too had been weighed down by the tension building within these walls. The storm outside raged as if nature itself could sense the brewing chaos—fury unleashed upon the land. But it was not the storm that unsettled me. It was the one stirring inside me, a tempest of thoughts and emotions too violent to contain.

His eyes burn with wild desire, the black of his pupils almost swallowing the color around them. “Just a small bite,” he murmurs, voice low and thick. “It’s nothing. Are you ready for the night that changes everything? Tonight begins a new chapter for us.” He runs his tongue across the blood on his finger, and I shiver, feeling uneasy as a few others stand nearby. They’re watching us from the edge of the clearing. Why are they still here? Why can’t they go back to the barracks?

The 'failed Ivys' began to crawl toward Dante’s unconscious body, and as the ship began to lift, I realized my nightmare was only just beginning. (Watch out for Chapter 248) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Gifts

“But I _remember_ him. _Everything_. Every _person_ he _hurt_. Every _thought_ he _took_.” Her face went _hard_. _Four’s_ face. “He’s _still out there_,” she said. “Not in a _body_. In the _wind_. In the _trees_. _Waiting_.” She looked at _me_. “_Hungry_.” --- *That Night — Watch* Kieran wouldn’t sleep. Neither would I. We sat by the fire. Lyra between us. Not touching. But _there_. Her eyes _open_. _Glowing_. _Watching_ the dark.

I was asleep in four minutes. End of Chapter Six.