Novel & Cerita Dusk Until Dawn 2

It was dark at night. There were a few stars in the sky and a moon illuminating the whole silent forest with its non-luminous light. It was at this particular moment, the chilling breeze of the night became so cold and unendurable for human skin. It was also at this time that the forest and its calmness became so scary and intimidating except for the animal noises that could be heard from the distant part of the woods. At the center of this forest, a pair of beautiful blue eyes flashed open in the middle of the night. Looking at her surroundings, Kathie's face altered into a frown. She was in an unknown place and was surrounded by trees and other horrific things.

Dawn broke over the Dead Zone, but for the first time in twenty-two years, the light didn't feel bleak. The sun lifted over the ragged Eastern mountains, pouring brilliant shafts of gold through the toxic ash. The remaining vampires had been gone since the first streaks of dawn touched the ground, scurrying away in blind terror north through the worlds toward the Nightlands. The Night-Thralls were waiting. Motionless, frozen in the snow, the black magic no longer coursed through their veins.

Reed hadn't changed the architecture. ​The sequential code sequence flashed on the keypad. I entered the digits, praying the sequence I knew hadn't been deactivated. ​The door hissed open. We slipped inside, the heavy door slamming shut behind us, plunging us into absolute darkness broken only by the thin beam of Andrea's phone torch. The air was thick and stale, smelling of ozone and decaying concrete. ​"The clock is running," Andrea whispered, her voice echoing in the narrow, damp tunnel. "He has a ten-minute head start."

Maybe I really should have woken up earlier. ***** LMCD22

The Dovewood mansion quickly vanished behind the tall gates. The drive was silent, except for the quiet hum of the engine. Every mile that passed took me further from any sense of control, further into Caden's dangerous game. My hands were clasped in my lap, trembling. I kept my eyes fixed on the scenery outside, trying not to look at him. But I could feel his presence, powerful and unsettling, next to me. He finally broke the silence. "Nervous?" he asked, his voice low. I swallowed. "Why are we doing this? Why now?"

for money. Dawn was breaking. A faint light began to color the sky, and for a brief moment, it gave her hope — maybe she could still make it. But her vision was blurring again, and she could feel herself slipping into the dark once more. She didn’t even bother trying to get up or run. Her body was too weak, too cold. She wasn’t sure how many times she’d been shot. She remembered Ronson pulling the trigger multiple times before everything went black. She was soaked in blood. She had to be hit more than once.

When it didn't seem to stop, the sound traveling through time and space and continuously hitting my ear drums incessantly, I pushed myself up and yelled out loud. “Who are you? And what do you want?” “Open the damn door, Grace!” I gasped at the sound of Susan's voice. She sounded pissed, very pissed. But what was she doing here so early? I quickly walked to my door and opened it. “Took you long enough. What if there was a zombie apocalypse and you were the only one who could save me?” She pushed past me and went into the living room. She wasn't dressed in the dress she wore last night, confirming my thoughts. But she didn't look too happy, her hair was roughly pulled in a bun, and she sporte