From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series Santanico Mga Nobela at Kwento

Although the outer part of the building was white, it was such more darker on the inside as the men led us from room to room corridor to corridors, each become darker and more oppressive than the previous. Finally, we reached a set of heavy double doors. One of the men knocked twice. A pattern I was familiar with as a ritual in each families. The doors swung open, revealing a dimly lit room which had a long table. At the head of the table sat Halo Oscuro, his face hidden in the shadows, just as I expected. “Luca Santoro,” he said, his voice smooth, almost calm. “I've been waiting for you.” Nico was led out of the room by his men before he gestured to the chair opposite him, and I took my sea

Suzanna’s hands are on her head, trying to spin her neck back into place so it can heal. The last thing I see before passing out is Lucas ripping Dina’s teeth out one by one. And then I lose consciousness again.

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.

PROLOGUE ITALY. Dante “How long before the chopper descends?” I tapped on the swivel chair, my eyes unblinkingly staring at the large projector. “An hour and half, Capo.” Santino replied, with a polite nod. “Activate the spy buds,” I ordered, and leaned back on my chair. “Zio, what's up? Is the chopper set to descend?” A deep baritone sounded in my ears, and I sighed. Luca was the only one bold enough to call me Zio.

Elroy gently tilts his head to take a good view of the man with is partially swollen eyes. "If I am to give you a chance to make things right, what will be your resolve?" "I'll kill every man and woman exalting themselves above the life of others." Elroy spoke with courage and strength. "I knew there was a spark hidden within you, all it needed was the right season. You can call me Taven, Taven Scott." BEGINNING OF THE END Southern Lands Kingdom of Vencia The sun was clouded from sight, making the air unruffled and favourable. Drokan warriors patrol about, some picking up copses and their decapitated parts then loading them on carriages, while others began cleaning up the streets and putting

What he said did happen! They thought it would eventually leave, but the energy got nearer and nearer so they both took an attacking stance againts the darkness. Dior pushed Farran behind him and slowly opened the door. Darkness has engulfed the hallway, but Dior has good night vision. Holding his wife's wrist, they tackled the lonely and dark hallway. Each clack of their shoe against the floor echoed across the hallways, and both of them didn't bother hiding it. Since the undead eyeing them arrogantly released its energy, then Dior and Farrah doesn't have to hold back.

The first lesson began in darkness, a breath before dawn. Luna awoke to the whisper of steel cutting air. Instinct, not thought, made her roll. A blade thudded into the wall where her head had been, vibrating with a soft, lethal hum. The lights snapped on, brutal and clinical. “Late,” Dante’s voice came from the doorway. He was already dressed in black, his expression a mask of dispassionate assessment. “In my world, late means dead.”

When the captain of the guard saw the blood-soaked altar in the cellar, when they saw Liana's body, long dead, everyone recoiled in horror. "Demons... this is the work of demons..." I was stripped of my title and sentenced to life imprisonment within my own cursed home. Damian, too, was locked away, barely clinging to life. Before the next moon, the dark magic came to collect its price. I felt a fire burning in my veins, as if something was sucking the very life out of me. In my final moments, I was still calling her name. "Seraphina... Seraphina..." --- Seraphina's POV

“Turn off the television.” Rohan’s voice cut through the morning air in the penthouse living room, but Ava didn’t move from where she sat curled on the sofa. Her eyes remained fixed on the news anchor whose perfectly styled hair and grave expression delivered words that felt like physical blows. “—confirmed reports of a coordinated assault on what sources describe as an underground criminal organization. While official details remain scarce, anonymous sources suggest that Dario Santos, alleged head of the city’s most powerful crime family, was killed during the violent confrontation—”

Tang Li sighed helplessly, "How about we introduce a new face?" Mo Zihan shook his head, "As you know, DX stands for 'Divine Xany', the entire theme is seraphic, prepossessing, dominant, energetic, and strong. Highlighting all the five elements at the same time isn't something an amateur could do. So" "Seraphic yet dominant? Two male models? Mm.." Her eyes glinted with a light that the pufferfish wasn't able to decipher but he was sure there was something more to it as he eyed his goddess suspiciously.