Chris Hartley Until Dawn Novels & Stories

Jenniri said pointing out the window. The others stopped what they were doing and looked at the portal. A gasp came from Helena as someone appeared to come out of the portal. Her silver and black hair was cut short, her face bore the war marks of the tyrannical Celestial that she had sworn allegiance to so long ago. She wore dark silk robes and in her hands was a crystal hilted sword, its blade shining brighter than ever before. Next to her appeared dozens of dark robed figures, each of them in a stance of combat. The Chosen were looking upon Demonya Draysiah, one of their own. She had cast aside her title as a guardian and Gatekeeper. It was because of her that all of them had been separate

The Swiss police arrived within thirty minutes. Chloe stood on the terrace of Gideon's villa, watching the convoy of black vehicles wind their way up the mountain road. The setting sun had fully disappeared now, leaving behind a sky painted in deep purples and blues. The first stars were beginning to appear, tiny pinpricks of light in the vast darkness. The air was cold and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. It was beautiful, peaceful—the kind of night that made you forget, even for a moment, the horrors that had led you here.

The news was on, showing a local business update. There was Derrick, sharp in his suit, standing next to an older man with silver hair at some corporate event. The caption read, [Shaw Group's Chairman, with his son Derrick, stepping into the limelight for the first time...] On the screen, Derrick's once ravaged face had healed significantly after treatment. A layer of foundation made him look almost presentable as he offered a smile to the camera. Next to him was a young woman, her attire impeccable, her demeanor refined. The host introduced her as the heiress of a partner corporation.

“…‘Tonight, I will not be silent anymore. The world deserves to know the truth about Marcus Chen and the family he tied himself to… the Duvalls.’” “What the fuck?” “…‘For years, the Duvall family has pretended to be untouchable. But their empire is built on lies, fraud, and corruption.’” “Alessandro… did you know about this?” “No. But let’s keep watching.” “…‘My husband Marcus and Sandra Duvall have been sleeping together for years.’” “Holy shit.” “…‘The business sector knows it. The elites whisper about it. But tonight, I am confirming it on record. Sandra and Marcus betrayed me, betrayed our vows, and betrayed the public who believed their polished images.’ ”

Even if the alternative is the only thing either of us actually wants. “I’ll let Victor know,” Adrian says. “Sure,” I say. I stand up. Pick up my bag. Walk toward the door. “The Hartley event is tonight,” he says behind me. “Seven o’clock. Victor sent the details.” “I know,” I say. “I’ll be there.” “Okay.” I reach the door. Stop. Turn around, because something in me is not finished yet, and I have been letting things go unfinished for four months and I am starting to think the habit is doing neither of us any favors.

She hoped that everything would go smoothly from today. Alcinder had found his wolf and his mate all in twenty-four hours. The Happy ending was finally here or was it?

"Don't judge me by what you found at the club." He walked over to the window and looked out before smiling at her. "I have stood at this window a hundred times watching the sunset. I have always watched it, waiting for the twilight to come. In all my nights of watching, tonight is the first night I have found it remarkable." He turned to look at her. "I don't think you are a druggie, Oshey if it is any comfort to you." She watched behind him as the last crimson rays faded into the twilight skyline. "It's funny; twilight has always been my time. I feel so alive like I am part of the night." She returned to the window to look out beside him.

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

We cuddled together tried to sing each other lullabies before one of us slept off and the other followed suit. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ 'Seth'. 'Handel'. 'Arman'. 'Isabelle'. 'Orion'. Stephanie'. 'Usher'. 'Maude'. 'Mimi'. 'Zofi'. 'Those are the 10 hunters taking off tomorrow'. 'They will be dropped at the west of the Carpathian mountains'. 'Alina?'. 'Ma'am?'. Alina stood at attention and I wondered if she was a former soldier. 'Make sure to remind the cooks that the hunters who are going for the hunt tomorrow should be fed 'specially''.

Rest was easy. “Somehow we made it.” August said. “I heard that the watchers on the boat will change their shift at the early hour between 1-3 AM. Let’s hurry. “Dumeny said that he would get a ferry and would be here before midnight.” I said looking at the watch. We still got more than half an hour on our side before Dumeny comes with a boat. “Yeah. That’s why we have to win back Diana before that.” I said and on the mentioned of Diana August sniffed hard.