Chapter 5 Summary Night Novels & Stories

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Maybe I should see a doctor. My legs felt weak as I staggered to the door. My right hand reached for the doorknob, but it wouldn't open. Gavin had actually locked it from the outside. Not done with my pain, I felt my stomach churning. I hadn't eaten since morning, and it was already 3 pm. Whether I fainted or fell asleep earlier, I don't really remember. I only remember thin flashes and Gavin's punches; after that, everything was dark. I had to get out. I could die if I stayed here.

“The Nightshades will protect us.” A crash—glass shattering. I flinch, seeing shadows burst through the door, men in black, faces masked. Mom screams, Dad lunges, but they’re too fast. Knives flash, blood sprays, and I’m frozen, a kid again, watching them crumple. The leader kneels by Mom, his voice cold. “Where’s the key?” She chokes, silent, and he slices her throat. I scream, but no sound comes.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

That’s the only thing I can give back to Mama. Another night passed, and somehow we were able to fill our stomachs. I frowned when I couldn’t feel sleepy. I sat up and took a deep breath. I often feel like this at night. If I’m not thinking about Rome, I’m thinking about Benjamin. I took in a lot of air before lying back down next to Francis. I wrapped my arms around a pillow and closed my eyes. A room so dark, dirty, smelly, and filled with countless insects. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing the shadow of a large man holding a whip. He quickly struck it on the floor, startling me.

Chapter: 9 ******* The frigid night pursued him relentlessly as he stumbled deeper into the dense forest. With each step becoming increasingly desperate. Tears streamed down his face, obscuring his vision. Determined to keep running despite the ache in his feet and the anguish in his heart, he pressed on. The fire within him consumed his body, leaving no room for rest. He yearned to vanish, to avoid ever having to confront them again. The sight of their pain, their tears, haunted him—they were his mates, and he had betrayed them.

Little did she know doing that is not a problem for the night crawlers. With super speed one of the nightcrawlers got hold of the baby and took several steps backward. Nikki woke up when she felt the baby leaving her presence. "Don't come any closer or you die alongside the baby." The night crawler threatened. "Give me my baby." Nikki brought out fire from her hands, getting ready to burn the beast. "The blood of him calls me. I couldn't resist it. I know who you are and what you can do, but this baby's blood keeps calling unto me, and I'm sure it is calling several people like me presently."

My heart stopped. I didn’t sleep that night. I tossed and turned, skin flushed with heat, fingers sliding under the sheets to touch what I swore I wouldn’t. I whispered his name into the dark like a sin. Like a prayer. ⸻ On day five, the door was unlocked. Maybe it was a test. Maybe a trap. Maybe a mistake. But I opened it.

Then I came down into a ship that was mine because I'd earned it with rope and pain and a barrel that had finally told me something I could use. Night spread her careful cloth. The Wraith laid her cheek to it and slept with one eye open. I tried not to think about Conclave Hall and a room full of men who thought paper made them saints. I thought about milk and bruise, and the way a rope sits right if you teach it how.