Las Noches Bleach Novels & Stories

Lethal. He looked at the door. He looked at the gold collar in the mirror. "I'm not your Queen," Noah whispered to the empty room. He gripped the glass so hard it sliced into his palm, a thin trail of red dripping onto the cream-colored lace. "And I'm not your toy." He walked to the mirror. He didn't look at his face. He looked at the gold leash. He slid the glass shard into the gap between the metal and his skin. The nightmare was going to end tonight. One way or another.

"Come. Sit." I sat. She looked at me the way she always did, like she could see straight through whatever face I had decided to wear tonight. "How was the ceremony?" she asked. "Wonderful," I said. "Very glamorous. Very expensive. Very not us. Elder Mara wore her good robes. The ones without the gravy stain. So you know it was a special occasion." My mother's mouth curved. "And?" "And Victoria Hale is going to be Luna." I kept my voice light. "The whole pack is very excited. Someone released actual flower petals into the air Mama. With their hands. Like they had nothing better to do with them."

I am panting and scared. He stops walking so I can get away. "Please, I do not want to do this!" I push open the door of Room 606 and hear a crying voice. The room is very dark. Several noble Alphas are sitting on the big soft chairs with barmaids in their laps. Only one young girl stands by the crystal table. It is Bela Talbot. She is a young pack scholar from the Lunar Crest Academy who works here to get coins. She lives in the same dorm room as me.

“Tonight, I’m treating you both.” Chloe let out a small exclamation of disbelief. “Seriously? You’re not joking, are you?” “Seriously,” Sabrina replied firmly. “I’m not joking at all. I know you’ve both been bored of staying in the apartment for days on end. So, we’re going out tonight. We’ll drink, laugh and forget everything, even if only for a few hours.” Their destination that night was a small but lively bar. It was called The Ledger, and it had been Eirene’s favourite bar for a long time.

The Nightmare’s Threshold The night was a fever-dream of iron bars and bloodied faces. Chloe was trapped in a loop—the Lady in White drifting closer, the sound of her own skull hitting the metal, the crushing weight of the Grayson name. She clawed at the sheets, her whimpers ignored by the silent walls of the master suite. When the first light of dawn finally touched the balcony, Chloe’s eyes snapped open. She bolted upright, her breath hitching in a series of sharp, panicked gasps.

Blaze casually said which startled Ace. Ace and Blaze locked their gazes while Ace seemed to hesitate to move. "You take your shower now..." Blaze repeated with his urging expression, gesturing to the inside of his room where the bathroom is located. Ace slowly walked towards Blaze who slightly made way for him to enter his room and what Ace thought a while ago is correct, Blaze's room is a very elegant all-white bedroom. Ace looked down to his clothes until to his feet and he instantly felt so in contrast to Blaze's room. He is wearing all dark-colored clothes while Blaze has an all-white.

The four of us turned to face him. “Our Luna is fine. She has no wounds that I can see. There are a few spots where there are some red marks which I have a feeling will turn into bruises.” Dr. Lewiston told us. “I watched her eyes roll back as she dropped like a lead balloon.” I pointed out.

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.

The blue light of millions of smartphone screens illuminated the night like a digital plague. In a plush, white-marbled penthouse high above the city, Luna was in the middle of the performance of her life. She leaned into the camera of her high-end ring light, her features softened by a mourning filter that made her skin look like translucent porcelain.