Misteri Gloomy Sunday Novels & Stories

“Gather the men and don’t make me repeat myself again.” “Fine! What’s the plan?” “We’re barging in tonight.” Dan's mouth gapes at the shocking revelation. “Tonight’s a full moon.” I completely shun him by saying, "Don't forget. I need all the men to gather in the underground parking lot at the office building at 6 PM. We'll attack half an hour before the moon rises. Incur a delay, and I will kill you."

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

Soon. The café was quiet for a Friday night, the hum of the espresso machine the only sound cutting through the low murmur of late-night patrons. Nathan sat across from Elder Alice, his untouched coffee cooling between his palms. She watched him with knowing eyes, her silver-streaked braid draped over one shoulder, the beads woven into it clicking softly as she stirred her tea. He exhaled, fingers tightening around the stolen book in his lap. "Alice," he began, voice rough from lack of sleep. "I need to ask you about something."

Jane's POV Living in William Martin’s luxurious penthouse was gradually starting to feel… routine. And honestly, that was the oddest part of it all. I woke up on Sunday morning to sunlight streaming across the floor and the soft buzz of the city beneath me. For a brief moment, I lost track of where I was. I forgot about the scandal, the contract, work and the man who was somewhere down the hall, asleep. Then the memories came flooding back. But instead of feeling overwhelmed… I felt strangely at ease.

I woke up from the lickings on my nether regions. An involuntarily moan escaped from my lip, informing Alexander about my awakening. He lifted his face and smiled at me. “Buongiorno (good morning), beautiful!” And I looked down at him with half-opened eyes. “Good morning to you too. What are you doing, down there?!” I asked although I knew about it so well. And his sinister smirk made my toes curl.

I called Arlo to the packhouse immediately and he found me in the office. “What’s going on?” He asked. “I have a private informant. Dad didn’t even know about this one. I’ve just been told that we’re going to be attacked tonight. Two hours after sunset by some pretty heavy hitters.” I said. “Vanessa?” He asked. “No. She was just here to taunt us. These ones are here to hurt us.” I said. “Alright. We have to get the warriors prepared. Do we know which direction they’re coming in?” He asked.

I didn't even want to wait for my dad. I leaned on the wall as I slowly got back up, then I went to the manager's office right beside the lobby. The manager noticed my disheveled look, and he frowned. "Who the hell are you, woman? This isn't a place for asylum inmates," he said impatiently. I didn't want to argue, so I tossed a black-gold card over to him. There were only two of its kind in Imperia. He would recognize it. The moment he saw my name on the card, his legs buckled, and he nearly fell from his seat. "M-Ms. Oliviero? But…"

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

He gave me a dimpled smile in return. "Is it true that a man was found dead at The Mixed Community last night?" I heard someone ask. Alix frowned, hearing it too. "Yes. My mom sent a message checking up on me this morning. I'm yet to reply to her. My damn Mistdove isn't back yet. I swear that animal acts human." Xenos replied. Mistdoves and Mistrows were pets that were used to deliver messages anywhere in MistWorld. "You shouldn't have left her without food. She'll be back." Flash responded, patting Xenos on the back in sympathy.

“I will going out to buy a coffee and as I came back, we are going to leave okay?” “Okay,” she only replied and stood up, holding the paper bag. I waited her to go in the bathroom first before I left in the hotel. I entered at my car and drives it heading towards the Dogtown Coffee that is only nearby. I quickly goes out as I arrived and take an order. While I am waiting for my order, my attention caught by the TV screen hanged in the wall as I heard Christmas's name. “The CEO of the Earl Grey corporation is now looking for his missing wife, Christmas Antebellum Grey. She had been missing this couple days and for anyone who finds her will be rewarded $10,000. This was also–”