Dead Of Night Novel Novels & Stories

"I love you" The white light stretching in front of him as it hits him. To know nothing after it . Everything goes dark, as he feels his consciousness fading. His body burns with the current, thrashing to only silent down . Staring at the full moon above with his moist eyes going still, he finally submits to darkness that laid the foundation of the rise of the one only know in books. It was indeed. "The begining of the death wolf" ........ Book 1 End. Book 2 titled : The Rise of death

### Chapter 91: The Final Gamble The night was electric, filled with an ominous tension as Fabio stood at the edge of the deserted warehouse. His breath misted in the chilly air, and the city's distant lights flickered like tiny stars against the dark sky. This was the night that would determine his fate—the culmination of weeks of planning and deceit.

Turns out it sucks. Left alone in the room, I lay my head down and it doesn't take long for sleep to find me. However, I am awakened again in the middle of the night when the bed dips and a warm body lies beside me. Is he finally done with business? I don't react and pretend to be asleep.

"Sasha found him, killed execution style, with a note pinned to his chest that read 'You're Next'." I reached over and gently squeezed Elias's hand, still rubbing Xander's arm. "I'm so sorry." My head snapped up toward Xander. "Nightshade?" Xander nodded. "I'm afraid so." "But we caught Deven," I reasoned, a crease forming between my eyes. "What did he say?" Xander stood and walked over to the broad picture window as he spoke. "Deven was a member of Nightshade. But now it's evident that he's not the only one who infiltrated us."

But before I could even finish talking he just stormed out of the room. That night, I curled up on my bed, the sheets tangled around me. My mother hadn’t spoken to me since our last conversation and I still didn’t know who she was talking about. The fight between Trenton and Darcy left the house raw and silent. The darkness outside felt too close, like the estate itself was holding its breath. Sleep came slowly, and when it did, it was filled with fire. I stood in a field of ash, the moon bleeding red above me. The triple bond burned in my chest like a brand. Cain stood in the distance, arms outstretched. Behind him: flames. A throne of bones, a sky cracked.

Damon -POV A sudden howling broke through the middle of the night, and I quickly rolled out of bed. I sniffed the air; it smelled rotten, like dead people brought back to life. I shuddered at the thought. The Night Angel pack signified death brought back to life in lycan scriptures. My phone rang just before I ran toward the border of my pack. It was Kayden calling. “What?” I snapped. “We're under attack.”

One of them grabbed my hand and yanked hard on the gold embellishment in my nails. “Aaaah!” I screamed in agony. It felt like someone had driven a stake straight into my heart. I thrashed on the ground, writhing in pain as the men closed in and ripped out the rest of my nails, one by one. I curled up on the floor, clutching my bleeding hands, rolling in agony. The pain was unbearable, and eventually, I started to go numb. “J-Jenny Grange… Y-You’re all going to hell…” I choked through my tears.

I cry out in pain and reach for Eliza with my other hand. “Hang on!” she shouts as I turn around to see the dead man from the alley holding my ankle. I kick and my heels clips him in the face. He doesn’t even react to the pain. The black veins are back on his face, and his eyes are dark as well, looking like they’ve rotted in his skull.

The edges of her vision began to fray, dissolving into a thick, unstoppable black mist as the sheer exhaustion of the night finally caught up to her. As her head rolled back against the leather headrest and darkness completely swallowed her consciousness, the last thing she heard was the frantic, deeply worried vibration of his voice echoing through the quiet cabin. "Just hold on, Seven... please, just hold on!"

I ask for the second time. MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: Why does it matter to you, do you also want to kill me like you killed that old man? (She whispers into my ears and I tremble) I'm still lying in the darkness and I can feel her breath all over me. I feel like she's encircling my bed and whispering into my ear whenever she gets close to it. I can feel the continuous motion around me. I'm still, and I can't move my body.