Characters In At Dead Of Night Novels & Stories

Lucas shouted at the top of his voice, wondering whether it would be effective. After a few minutes, none of the zombies showed up. Instead, to Lucas’s astonishment, a bunch from the Dark Race showed up. There were easily more than 10 from the Dark Race. There were phantoms like Joseph, Humanoid Mantis, Ox-headed Being, and also from the Undead Epee Skeleton family. They surrounded Lucas as someone from the Undead Epee Skeleton family snorted coldly at Lucas. "Hey human, hurry up and come to your senses!"

J 12:33 before daybreak They were almost out of ammo. The undead were former soldiers, but they were now under the command of Papa Nightmare—someone who, Roo now knew, while brutal and merciless, was inexperienced as a military leader. The Voudon priest was used to a brute-force approach. The number of dismantled Civil War-era corpses piled up in the storage unit was a testament to Papa Nightmare’s lack of military acumen.

Ayleen and Victor were unconscious during Charlotte’s shift which would explain why they were as clueless as him as to what happened to everyone around them. Now, Charlotte is out there in the woods with not only the werewolves, weretigers and werecats but also the weredragons, vampires and sirens. “So she might be a royal?” Theo asks sceptically. “Yeah...” Azraiel has no idea how to explain it all when he himself can’t understand this. It’s silent for a moment. “We really need to find that Austin Jones aka Richard.” Theo mumbles as he squints his eyes to see if he can see anyone coming near.

At the very end, looking too comfortable for someone who had almost gotten me killed once already, Victor Hale lounged with his hands folded, silver cuff catching the light. My stomach knotted. “As I was saying,” Rhett continued tightly, “we found a rogue dead on our side of the line and an outsider barely alive. Nearby, a Nightfang—Kade Thorn—made his presence known.” “Kade Thorn,” one of the elders repeated, frowning. “Are you sure?” “Positive,” Rhett said. “He introduced himself.” “Northern packs always did have an overinflated sense of drama,” another elder muttered. I forced my feet to move.

Goodnight, Si. Everything goes black as Tala takes over.

I didn't care, I was having fun and I wasn't going to let their judgment ruin my night. "Good evening, everyone," I greeted them, my tone icy and formal. "I hope you're enjoying yourselves." Some of them nodded in response, but most of them just stared at me, unsure of what to say. "Where's Bruno?" One of the pack members finally asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the room. I smiled at him, the smile not reaching my eyes. "He's dead," I said simply, watching as the shock and confusion registered on their faces. "And I'm the new alpha."

As per his request, he killed them swiftly and so fast that they could hardly tell what was killing them. They came dropping down one after the other. In the next five minutes, there was no one left standing except for Baston and Black Gun. Audrey takes a step forward into the room, as she approaches, the dead bodies separate into two creating a path in the centre for her to walk through. Black Gun's heart beats unendingly in his chest, there is no escape for him. His eyes darted back and forth between the two dark beings, he couldn't recognize the girl but the guy, he had no choice but to recognize.

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

She handed the folder back to Sullivan. "It's even more shameful that the lead on the case hasn't even shown up. And what else would be said about the case when they found out that the night before Mr. Bloodstones' arrest, Detective Reyna Killian was bedding the man in question." Sullivan's eye widened slightly before she collected herself, and an ache shot through me as I glared at Imelda.

Black as midnight. A phantom.