Mrs Vines Dark Winds 소설 & 이야기

He clenched his teeth tightly, hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the counter. Staring at the bottles, his throat bobbed. With shaking hands, he picked them up and brought them over. “Hold out your hand.” Zain’s voice was devoid of warmth. Ethan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and extended his left hand. Zain picked up a shard from a broken wine bottle and sliced across Ethan’s palm. Under the light, the blood glowed a vivid, piercing red. My throat tightened. My fangs began to itch—that familiar craving rising from the depths of my bones, threatening to tear my sanity apart.

Her expression hardens as she whispers into the darkness, “We will see who is stronger. Us… or the darkness.” Outside, the storm rages on, the wind howling like the spirits of the past, as Wilson prepares to face an adversary that threatens not just his life, but the very existence of the world he has sworn to protect.

It was a dark and stormy night. Not long past sunset, but it might as well have been midnight for all Leesa could see outside the windows of Professor Clerval's old VW van. Lightning crackled to the west, sending twisting yellow forks ripping through the umber sky, followed by rumbling explosions of thunder that seemed ready to shake the van apart. Every time the lightning flashed, Leesa's muscles tensed in preparation for the next fusillade of thunder. The rain was intermittent, at times pelting down in gust-driven torrents that rattled against the van, then subsiding to a light drizzle that floated quietly down, enveloping them in an eerie silence until the next peal of thunder. No screenw

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ The wheels of my car crunched over the gravel road as I pulled up across the street from Tate’s house. It was ten minutes to eight. The sky was darkening into a bruised blue, the air still and watching, like the town itself was holding its breath. My headlights caught on the mailbox at the end of the path and the cracked front steps leading to the porch. There were no lights on in the house—just the faintest amber glow leaking through the curtains. Quiet. Too quiet.

Clinging to her like a lifeline. Her voice was thick with disgust. "Only Winnie's thoughtful." "Not like that ungrateful brat!" ... I stepped out of the White Mansion. The cool night wind hit my face. Clearing the stench of their hypocrisy from my lungs. I looked up at the pitch-black sky. No stars, just a heavy blanket of darkness. Fitting for the mess I was about to make. My phone buzzed in my palm. Linda Voss's name flashed on the screen.

“Please come with-” “Take me to him” Vanilla didn't let him continue his words before she walked out, thinking of how she would stop Darkness from locking her up. Frost soon caught up with her and led the way. Vanilla took the chance to take in as much air as she could, and also look around, the mansion was huge with interior designs that looked elegant and screamed money, the decor was a mixture of wine and white, grey and red, something worthy of Darkness.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

“I couldn’t care less what happens to the Lumb family anymore. As for you, Wendy? You made your bed. Now lie in it.” I walked around her and headed straight for the subway station. Behind me came Wendy’s wailing and the pointing and whispering of passersby. I heard later that Ruth ultimately did not make it. She breathed her last on her hospital bed. Wendy fled overnight with her child due to being involved in fraud and owing a large amount of loan shark debt. No one knew where she went. As for Miles, during a mudslide rescue operation in a remote mountain area, he was hit by a rolling boulder while trying to save a child. His leg was crushed.

Harrison pressed his massive frame flat against me, his body coiled and tense, water dripping steadily from his open shirt and hair. My mother knocked again. “Ivy? Are you in the shower right now? I can hear water dropping. She said, twisting the doorknob but it was locked. I heard her exhale with frustration on the other side. I finally started hearing the sound of receding footsteps, when the entire Voss estate plunged into sudden, complete darkness. Every single light cut off at once, the shower water stopped abruptly with a loud gurgle, and a full power outage swallowed the massive mansion.

These whirlwinds, like sentient storms, spiraled across the battlefield, crackling with dark energy, aimed directly at Lara. Lara’s heart pounded as she stood her ground, watching the sky fill with Thana’s stormy avatars. The whirlwinds circled around her, moving faster and faster, creating a barrier of dark winds that blocked out the light and obscured her vision. Their force tugged at her, pulling her toward the center of the storm as if intending to shred her piece by piece.