Gilbert Nightray Novels & Stories

I make my way down the massive stone steps toward the lower parking plaza, intending to walk the two miles down to Mercer’s Corner Market to pick up Sterling's tobacco before taking the public transport truck back to Hawkridge Row. I don't make it past the courtyard fountain. Four tall, broad-shouldered male wolves in tactical enforcer jackets step out from the shadows of the stone arches, blocking the gravel path completely. Their eyes glow a harsh, predatory yellow in the twilight, their low, rumbling beta aura pressing into the cold air like a heavy weight. Ford Gilbert steps out from the center of the group, his leather jacket open to reveal the silver crest of the Gilbert Pack Household

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

Giselle appreciated the silence as they walked side by side. She liked admiring the night view of the place she resided with so much color from the lights decorated on the tree branches. It is unlike most of the roads in this city with street lamps that are barely working. The dimly lit roads make it dangerous for civilians walking back home or even vehicles meeting unfortunate accidents. She believes that this is a problem in the Philippines, and it should seek attention and action no matter how minor it is.

Gilbert replied. “Let him not be stressed at the office and his family first, so that’s why.” “Sometimes, I don’t understand that man either.” “Don’t understand that first. Let’s go to sleep.” Neva and Gilbert were both asleep when Gilbert suddenly had a bad dream. “I will not silence you, Gilbert, for all you have done to me. I will come back to charge you.” Said the woman in her dream. “No…… you are dead! Don’t bother me first… ahhhhhh!” Gilbert shouted.

Someone like him would only appear once every five or six years in Heavenly Pills! Why, then, was the vice-treasurer not happy at all looking at him? Gilbert's lips twitched as he immediately shot a look at his good friend, Damien. Gilbert then noticed that Damien was looking at him just as oddly. He could even see a hint of regret and pity in Damien's eyes. Gilbert's expression abruptly soured. He anxiously looked at everyone around him as his hands shook. "Hey… Why isn't anyone saying anything? I passed the vice-treasurer's benchmark."

The smell is usually comforting, but right now it’s making me feel sick. Tabatha sets a white candle on either side of the nightstand and ignites them with magic. She moves to the foot of the bed and holds out a quartz crystal wand. “Powers of North, South, East and West, I call on you with this request. Remove the evil in the space, and leave good fortune in its place.” As she speaks, a sharp pain starts in my wrist. When she holds up the crystal, my arm starts to tingle.

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

Besides, Gilbert’s profession meant he was always prepared to sacrifice at any time. "If that was allowed, Gilbert would have already done that himself. He has a child now. He’s the one who doesn’t want to leave the most." Tanner understood as well. "That makes things a bit troublesome. When the reports come out, I’ll try thinking of something else." Right after she finished speaking, Carter’s assistant delivered the final batch of reports. "Dr. Greyson." He would hand each of the reports he had read to Tanner. "No substances were detected."

I looked at the business card he had tucked into my hand. Detective Nicholas Miller. To Protect and Serve. He can’t protect me. He only hunts and harms. [I’ll pay you another visit tomorrow,] his number pops up on a text. I rushed to the bathroom and scrubbed my shoulder, knowing I’m still trapped in that horrible nightmare.

"Oh won't you move a bit so she doesn't think you are as useless as you pretend your nature is. Oh, I do wish that he would be somewhat of interest right now to display that he is my perfect experiment. Ms. Spitz, this is my prized bull, I gave him the nickname: mirage because that's what he is. He doesn't look thirty six does he? He was a disabled veteran when he was surrendered to us. He was special services. A fantastic five foot eleven inches and solid three hundred pounds. I love he looks like there is nothing going on in his space. But, do not be decieved, it is anything but." I had been standing in Dr. Dawson's shadow and I could tell that the specimen was somethin that made m