Diego X Ted Nocturnals Novels & Stories

“How are you, Jo?” Zane arrived with much of the rest of the team. The battle was all but over. There were a few Vampires and Assassins hiding in some of the rooms in the cave, but Lucas and his Souled Vampires were handling that as the LIGHTS team members gathered in the cavern where Aaron was still lying on the floor, but at least the blood was hidden now beneath a sheet that Lucy had brought in with her from one of the bedrooms when she’d come a few minutes before Zane made his way in. Cassidy’s best friend, like the others, had tears streaking her face. Everyone was in a state of shock.

But as I looked around the room, none of them looked at me with fear their eyes all lit up with hope and gratitude. My gaze drifted to a young man lying on a stretcher, his eyes meeting mine with an expression of gratitude, not fear. Slowly, I made my way over to him. “Thank you, Luna of Death,” he whispered, his voice a soft melody over the quiet murmur in the hall. “For this gift—I will remember you even in the afterlife and be forever in your debt.”

Diego was nowhere in sight. Miguel parked the car and got out cautiously. “Stay here,” he told Ximenna. She shook her head. “No way. I’m not sitting in the car alone.” He gave up arguing and took her hand. They strolled, scanning the area. “Diego?” Miguel called out. Silence. Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind them. Miguel turned sharply, pulling Ximenna behind him. From the shadows, several men appeared, all dressed in black. They carried bats, chains, and guns. Their faces were cold and merciless.

What he says next shocks me into silence. “I had a dream last night and I was at a clearing and you were wearing a blank tank top and black tights and there was a boy with you. You were standing up on a hill and the boy was wielding a sword and cutting down all the monsters. You had your bow out and you were shooting at the monsters from above then you suddenly decide to race down the hill and attack the monsters with some throwing knives, it isn’t long until there is one left, and that is when you are thrown backwards and fall unconscious.”

" I spoke something in hushed tones before driving, and he was in the driver's seat and was astonished. He appears to be Australian, and he most likely is ""I'm dead neto," he said, looking at his phone, and I laughed. "Why are you dead?" I asked, still smiling, as his eyes widened and he pointed at me. "What did you say?" he asked, still not believing what he was hearing. "I said why are you dead," I said, still smiling. "Can you delete the footage for me?" he asked, still not believing what I said. She's a jerk, and she deserves to be treated as such "While someone was tickling the phone, he did nothing but nod.

"I'm going to be busy. If you need anything, just contact me. If I'm not home, you can talk to Colonel Zinn and the others. Everyone is very nice and easy to get along with." "Okay, sure!" Melania replied. Sean looked at the message, his eyes softening. Just then, his phone chimed with another text message. It was from Diego. Sean opened the message, which read, "Sire, everything's ready. I'll be waiting for you at the Nonagon Council at 6:00 pm tonight." "Alright," Sean replied. He could feel the solemnity in Diego's text. His gaze sharpened in an instant. Tonight was the night he would settle things with the Xenoses once and for all.

It was calming. “So, I've got Anime. Anyone interested.” Elektra said out of the blue. We ended up having a movie binge all night. Drinking soda and listening to music all day. Around midnight we were tired but still watching the Friends series_an all old time classic. I sat in the middle between Alcinder and Elektra on the duvets we placed in the middle of the room. Elektra was fast asleep. “I'm twenty-one years old, Avyanna. I'm supposed to take My father's place as the Alpha of the Redwood Pack. I'm scared.” Alcinder said while staring at the ceiling.

"We have evidence that proves you're guilty. If you come quietly, we won't hurt you." Tyler growled and tried to free himself, but he couldn't. Just as he was trying, they heard a gunshot from an unknown direction and the gunshot hit Tyler on his forehead and he fell down and died. They tried to locate the direction of the gunshot, but they couldn't find a trace. Then Darell was angry and frustrated, because the only evidence they have to get the truth was gone. ***

An unread text from an unknown number. I blinked, trying to force my vision into focus. I swiped the screen. It was an image. High resolution, stark, and utterly silent. In the center of the frame was a man lying on a bed. He was pale, his eyes wide and milky, staring at a ceiling he would never see again. His chest was a ruin of crimson, a deep, jagged crater of blood that had soaked through his white undershirt and turned the sheets into a sodden, dark map. Buried deep in the center of that mess, right through the sternum, was a tactical knife—its black hilt protruding like a tombstone.

It cracks against the drywall, splintering the frame, and then slumps to the ground. Lucas moves so fast I can’t tell what he’s doing until a sickening crack of bones rings out, twisting the creature’s head around. As soon as he drops it, the thing explodes into rats, all dead expect one. “Wait,” I yell as Lucas goes to stomp on it. The thing writhes around on the ground, trying to get off its back. “It might go back to—I don’t know—a home base or something.” Lucas nods. “A pied piper, so to speak.”