Novel & Cerita Dreadful Night Chapter 1

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 48: The Nightmare The dream began with the taste of copper pennies on her tongue. Xalara found herself standing in a corridor that stretched impossibly far in both directions, lit by torches that flickered with flames the color of dried blood. The walls wept—actually wept—thick, dark tears that pooled at her bare feet and soaked between her toes with warmth that made her skin crawl.

Harney All rights reserved (c) 2025 Chapter One I ran through the forest, a flash of desperate red. The Big Bad was right on my heels, closing in. He was much bigger, and badder, and faster, and stronger than me. We both knew it. The fact that he hadn't caught me yet only meant he liked to play with his food. Tragically, I was probably no more than a mere midnight snack to him. So much for my happy ending. How horribly banal. The air in my lungs seemed to have caught fire. I'm sure I was as loud as a wildebeast thundering through the forest, disturbing all the creatures of the night as I went. If you imagine me as a delicate damsel in flowing white gown, flying across the mossy ground, do

Since we want the same thing… they should be my guest. I quickly throw away the letter, holding onto only the red card and the dagger, I rush towards Dale’s room. 🦪 🦪 DALE LAZARUS 🦪 I’ve developed insomnia ever since I had a dream of Dora attacking me for killing her father. The fear of being in another dream just like that and the thought of that dream coming to pass is keeping me awake. With a warm milk in my hand, I make my way to the back door, where I plan to sit until morning. Dora must be asleep; she has been since the encounter with Umbra’s men and a man getting killed in our front yard.

I’ve never cared enough about anyone in that way so I was clueless. I watched as she got into the bed and I waited till I was sure she was deep asleep before I then went to take my shower. I slipped back into my shirt since there was nothing to change into. Our luggage is still missing. I quietly got into bed on the other side but it wasn’t up to ten minutes when the storm started. Heavy rain slammed against the windows while thunder shook the building. The lights flickered twice and then everything went dark. “I can’t believe this!” Lyra groaned from the other side of the bed while I rubbed my forehead.

My chest heaved. I gasped for air, each breath sharp and painful. The image of my parents’ fading spirits flashed behind my eyelids. I shot up, the cold mud from the riverbank seeping into my hands. My scream echoed against the dark limestone cliffs surrounding the valley. The nightmare didn't feel like a dream. It felt like a warning—a cold whisper from the grave that chilled my blood. "Sera? You’re shaking."

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

I Made A Deal with the Devil . Chapter 46: real life angle . Dawn was almost coming; the night had been long and full of pain. Akio lies in his bed and lets the world move around him whilst he stays cold and frozen. He didn't know how to fix himself, not this time, not when he was this afraid. His world had been crushed in a single night, nightmares had become real, reality had become lost, and villains had gained faces – and those faces were sharp and tanned, golden and harsh, black eyes and black hair – black heart.

AUTHOR’S POV The morning light bled through the blinds of Violet’s window, bathing her room in a gentle glow. She lay on the bed, her face marked with dried tears, her delicate face twisted in discomfort. With a painful groan, she forced her eyes open, still haunted by the terrible nightmare that had jolted her from sleep. She sat up, her heart racing. As she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her gaze fell upon Alpha Ezra sprawled out on the floor, utterly naked, with a pool of blood beneath his head. Fear gripped her, and she let out a scream, thinking the worst.

The cold wind whipped through my hair, and I quickly stripped off the short dress, wrapping myself in the comforting embrace of the blankets. As I closed my eyes, images of Robert's sexual advances and the Blackwood brothers' plots flashed through my mind. How much longer could I endure this living nightmare? With a heavy sigh, I sank deeper into the bed, willing sleep to claim me. Perhaps in the morning, I could find a way to make my situation more bearable. For now, all I could do was hope that the night would bring a rest from the chaos that had become my life. ***

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE. DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The night unfurled herself as she roused from the temporary slumber that she had been forced to take by the bright sun, and announced her arrival by casting her dull glow upon and wrapping the earth in the embrace of her dark folds.