Matpat Escape The Night Novels & Stories

Naomi is uncharacteristically quiet, and Nicole is holding Pandora, nervously running her fingers through her fur. “So that was a fun girls’ night out,” Eliza says, crossing her arms. All eyes go to her and silence falls over our little group. And then we all start laughing. “I don’t understand why it turned into rats.” I sink onto the love seat opposite the couch. Lucas takes a spot next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I let him pull me against his firm chest, finding instant relief to have my body pressed against his. “Hellhounds don’t turn into anything, right?”

“They seem to be dispersing or running, but would you feel better running across country or in the woods this night?” Quintus never answered, but Malitus said, “We’d be trapped like rats, but no chance on the outside.” Porcius offered, “There are two ways out beyond this series of hatches here, one a murder hole, an escape route probably made for floods. The other leads into the earth, I didn’t follow it. Either way, better than rubbing organs with them out in the woods, uh, sir?” Malitus faced August. “Then into the caves.”

At last, Friday arrived. Hae Mina looked to the ceiling. According to Duskin, they were going to have dinner after the concert, then they would check into a hotel. The next day they were touring the city and, as Kyung Jiho put it, running from crazed fans, and then they would return to Korea early Monday morning. She was thankful that Nightide's concert was considered an excused absence for the band members. "Jae-Woo!" Jeremy called as he stumbled up the stairs. "We have to go! We're leaving early due to weather conditions. They get a lot more snow than we do and if we don't go…"

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.... . .

I am not a bad tracker but it isn't one of my strong points, especially out in the open like this, Claire inherited that from Nathan but I very rarely take her out with me when I am looking for Em as it makes us more of a target, two Alphas from the same pack travelling together, some people can't pass up the chance or challenge of maybe making a name for themselves and try to either kill us or take us for ransom or something against our fathers. I move back into the cave and lay down with my head on my duffle. I close my eyes and doze. When I wake with the rise of the sun in the morning, I move back to the front of the cave and find that Mat is nowhere to be seen. Not that it really surpris

Graystone features unmistakably, though softer with youth. "What's your name?" I asked gently, my voice barely above a whisper. "Matthias," he replied. "Though she called me something else. I didn't like it." "Matthias," I repeated, the name settling like a blessing in my chest. My father had been Matthew. This was no coincidence. Uncle Mateo approached slowly, his eyes wide with wonder and disbelief. "How did you escape her, child?" Matthias's expression darkened. "She thought her controls would hold. They always had before." His small hand reached up to touch a faint scar at his temple. "But something changed three days ago. I felt... awake. For the first time."

“However, if you won’t appear, during dawn, at the end of the week, I will hunt you and might as well kill you.” “That won’t happen, we will come.” That’s when she drops the key in his coat pocket and leave. After this, when Matt and the twin were inside the police car going towards District 2, that’s when their group managed to escape in the middle of the road and with the help of someone that Matt knew.

Mack has the door open and is stepping outside. I dart after him, trying to think of something to stop Shane from killing Mack. I’m even ready to promise to go back with Shane if it will save Mack’s life. The rage on Shane’s face as he stalks toward Mack is enough that I’m reaching for him to drag him back inside when he speaks. “There’s a clearing a few miles east from the house,” Mack says calmly. Shane slows, and his eyes narrow. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “This clearing,” Mack continues, “is where we will fight as wolves. Tonight. Eight o’clock.”

Our bomb squad is on the perimeter as well, waiting for our tech team to kill the camera feeds and play the recording. The escape window is tight. We get exactly eighteen minutes to get in, eliminate the two Russian bastards, and get Maximus and Gabriella out clean. We’re banking on the broken solar panels. Most are covered in boards and debris. If they aren’t generating electricity, that’s an advantage. I raise my hand. Everyone moves. “Cameras are down in 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Feed is up and running,” our tech guy says through the headset.

“Don't complete that statement. We will get her back no matter what. Alive and well.” But doubt gnawed at me. What if eleven days was enough? What if he’d touched her already? Hurt her? Or worse... I shook the thought away. “We move in two nights,” I told them. My voice left no room for argument. “New moon gathering night. No light. We go in through the river. Kade, you and Ellis take out the cameras. Lana, you’ll stand by our escape route, making sure it's still safe. Jace, Mira, Trent, you’ll stay with me. We'll find where she's being kept, we get her out, we don’t stop until we’re across the snow border.”