Framed In The Dead Of Night Novels & Stories

My eyes were fixed on them, observing their every move as they skillfully maneuvered their vehicle out of the driveway, disappearing from my view as they drove away. As the darkness enveloped the night, my mind wandered into a realm of nightmares. Where the unthinkable unfolded - the violent demise of my beloved parents. I was abruptly awakened, feeling a jarring sensation that was accompanied by a chilly sweat, a racing heartbeat, and an uncontainable flood of tears streaming down my face. As I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed, the unexpected sound of the doorbell ringing startled me. I rushed downstairs to see two men dressed in all-black suits. They had creamy white skin and bright gr

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

she cut in. Just as they had begun dancing, the entire place went into a blackout. The power had been cut from its source. Darkness brought with it the wailings of the slaughtered, with bows, arrows, growlings and claws heard in disarray. The nightmare had seen the day! Death had come knocking! It was Death's Day!

The night air was damp and the sky was void of night stars. Everything felt like a movie setup as tension was Thick in the air. Mrs Steele, donned in an all black attire, stepped out of the Prado that held her with a bag, waiting for something they all couldn't seem to understand. Hidden behind the bushes were some skilled men, carefully selected for the intricate mission. They were told to remain in the bushes until the supposed people picked up the bag but it seemed like the plans were changed.

He was lying down on the bed now, looking pale. "I think he caught a fever." She remarked. The two men standing by the bed nodded in agreement. "But, he wasn't in the rain for long. How did he get it so quickly? I guess all this sturdy built is nothing?" The last statement came out sarcastically. "He has a very sensitive system. He didn't even pass out when he spent five days in the black room." She blinked in confusion. "Black room? What's that?" The guys hesitated to talk but eventually did. "It's the torture room in the American special force." Reuben replied her.

They could hear laughs and voices but they couldn't see anything since they were at the end of the room and cars were blocking their view. They bent and walked silently deep into the room, they finally got behind a car and they could see everything. Lily gasped as she saw the back view of a man and he was pointing a gun at Axel and Max. Nora could also see it. “They are in trouble.” Lily whispered to Nora. “Yeah, I am surprised. It's always the other way around.” She replied. They kept watching them and Lily got more terrified for Axel every second. She was surprised he didn't look bothered or scared, same as Max. They were both calm.

Ethan dives towards me as a bullet rings through the air and the glass in the living room shatters. A disgruntled sound escapes my lips as my body hits the ground. My head comes in contact with the ground and I blacked out.

The moon cast a silver glow over the Reynolds' house as the family settled in for the night. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. Selene's father, Henry, paced the living room, his thoughts troubled by the recent events. Elizabeth, her mother, tried to keep a brave face, but the worry lines etched into her features betrayed her inner turmoil.

What the hell is going on? “I’ll let the bank know we have to reschedule,” Lucas says when we get closer to my house. “No, we’re going. We still have time, right?” “Yes, our appointment is in twenty minutes.” “I’ll take a fast shower, and then we’re going to our appointment.” Lucas steps in front of me, looking into my eyes. “There are demons in your backyard.” “Yeah, but they’re dead now.” I take Lucas’s hand, which is covered in dried blood. “I’m not letting scrapper demons stop us from getting our house together. I know normal is relative, but we’re doing this one normal thing together tonight.”

A dark figure rises from the shadows and points a gun at us. My heart stops and I don’t have time to react. A shot is fired, ringing out into the night.