Ishiguro Nocturnes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

His gaze fell on a hickey on my collarbone, and he pressed me firmly onto the bed. I struggled desperately, screaming. A sharp knife pierced my skin, and blood covered the hickey. "Are you crazy?! Let me go!" Cade held me down with bloodshot eyes, the veins on his forehead bulging. "This will be the first time and the last time! I'll take down the news. Before I lose control, you better get back to normal!" The "normal" he was talking about was him having his intimate photos with his lovers all over the place, and me remaining unfazed.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

I sat with that for a while and did not rush the conclusion. A cigarette. The small ritual of it, the amber light of the ember in the dark of the room, the particular quality of thinking that came with something occupying the hands and leaving the mind to move. The grounds outside the window had gone fully dark, the late autumn dark that had weight to it, pressing against the glass. The compound was at its quietest. The second watch change had come and gone and the rotation had settled and the night had reached the hour when even the most alert among us began to trust the silence. She had not moved.

Camilo was just a small problem that went away. We finished our marking ceremony and everything went well. That night, the old Alpha told everyone that Alex was the new Alpha of the pack—and I was his Luna. I sat in our wedding room, feeling a little nervous as I waited for Alex to come back. Every time I had imagined my true mate, it was always Camilo. But the Moon Goddess had other plans for me. In the end, my mate was Alex—a strong, loving, and very charming Alpha who knew how to make my heart beat fast.

Lucy Staying in the dark brought back feelings that are somewhat familiar, when I close my eyes, I see images that make me wonder if I'm the character of my imaginations? Or dreams? I can't even tell what's real and what's not. The only face I see is that of the young man who brings me a glass of blood once a day for my daily sustainance. Most times, I see the face of Tornado staring back at me then I'm overcame by guilt, guilt over the fact that I led him to his death, not to mention Jimmy and his parents.

I could only see diagrams of frogs before he closed it so I couldn't read it. I wasn't exactly sure if it was me he was closing it for or if it was Dr. Dawson as I felt his presence beside me. The alpha aura radiating from him. I felt the group hunching away from him. "Dr. Igarashi I'm so glad that I could run into to make the introduction," Dr. Dawson said as Dr. Igarashi chewed his burrito dryly. He didn't look all that excited to meet me or even that I existed. "I am so happy to have you meet the astrochemist, Miss Livia Spitz. Ms. Spitz, this is Dr. Bruno Igarashi. Your work will mainly involve my own data after you are trained. But your task set may also extend to Dr. Igarashi's

The fog in Blackwood Glen had a habit of swallowing sounds, turning the evening into a claustrophobic dampness that clung to my jacket. I had been hiking the lower trails when I found it: a sleek, charcoal-colored cat with eyes like burning sulfur. It wasn’t meowing; it was simply sitting on a moss-covered stump, watching me with an intelligence that felt uncomfortably human. Around its neck was a delicate silver collar with a nameplate: Midnight. Below the name was an address just a mile down the trail.