Midnight In Everwood 소설 & 이야기

SLOANE “Midnight, we move at midnight,” I said, as I nodded. I loved how my sternness worked for Annika. “Why midnight?” she asked, and I adored that. She needed details; I needed to give her details. With the details, she knew what we were up against; she could measure the dangers. “Because the guards take a small smoke break at exactly eleven forty,” I said, and she nodded. She waited for more details. “The camera in the hall blinks slowly, the color changes from green to yellow. And there’s a servant who switches with the driver at midnight. That’s where my father comes in with his men.” I paused, and then I continued.

At a quarter past three in the morning, moonlight streamed through the shattered windows of an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Cromwell, filling the air with the sharp smell of rust and machine oil. In a corner, several rats scattered in panic as the lights suddenly flickered on. When the third bucket of icy water was dumped over him, Matthew woke up to find a thin layer of frost on his eyelashes. He struggled to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the tip of a polished leather shoe, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

She was born into a family of werewolves. Growing up her life was pretty good, she had a kind loving family. She is the only daughter of Gavin Everwood, the Alpha of the Everwood Pack. The pack is the strongest in the territory. Many werewolves came from all over to pledge their loyalty to the Everwood Pack or to ask for their protection. This brought along many dangers to their doorstep. He was part of the Blackthorn Pack, whom many despised due to their known cruelty and connections to the Rogue Hunters. The pack is known to give into their basic instinct, and many enjoy the kill. Growing up his life was very difficult; his father was a very cruel and abusive man. He is next in line t

No one answered. Evelyn was caught stealing food in exile, and her legs were broken. In the end, she froze to death in a foul puddle on a bitter winter night. Meanwhile, I drove the repaired off-road vehicle alone back to Mist Valley. The once barren cliff edge was now covered in flowers. The fields of Moonlight Flowers swayed in the wind, glowing with a faint blue light. I sat at the cliff's edge, peeling the foil off a piece of chocolate. The sweet, bitter taste melted on my tongue, exactly like that rainy night.

Groaning, I clamp my half-closed eyes tightly shut due to the throbbing in my head made worse by the repetitive scratchy hoot of a nearby owl. Curling myself into a tight ball lying on my side, I shiver so hard that my teeth chatter uncontrollably. Gradually, creaking my eyes open one at a time, I gasp, slowly remembering through a fog of disorientation where I am. Lying in the fetal position on the muddy ground, somewhere in the woods of Acadia National Park.

It was calming. “So, I've got Anime. Anyone interested.” Elektra said out of the blue. We ended up having a movie binge all night. Drinking soda and listening to music all day. Around midnight we were tired but still watching the Friends series_an all old time classic. I sat in the middle between Alcinder and Elektra on the duvets we placed in the middle of the room. Elektra was fast asleep. “I'm twenty-one years old, Avyanna. I'm supposed to take My father's place as the Alpha of the Redwood Pack. I'm scared.” Alcinder said while staring at the ceiling.

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

I make a quick trip deeper into the woods and work out the kinks in my legs. When I come back, I steal a sip of Nia’s whiskey to warm my chest. She stirs in silence. I set the glass on the frosted ground and shove my hands up my jacket sleeves to warm my fingers. It’s a new moon, and the smattering of late November stars fade as we get closer to sunrise. Beyond the fire, black walnut trees loom high overhead, punctuating the stillness of the night with a jarring thump each time the wind knocks an overripe nut free from its moorings.