Night Fall Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

*Aria* Rumors had a way of making everything louder. Every glance lingered a little longer. Every whispered conversation seemed to cut off a heartbeat too late when I walked by. The letter from Reynold’s Crossing sat folded in my pocket like a hot coal, its words burned into my brain. *Two Alphas circle the same moon.* *A cursed Alpha. A human Luna. A Nightfang wolf who wants her for himself.* Some itinerant traders had put our lives into a tavern story, and now strangers were drinking to it.

Back in the physical world, Novel’s body collapsed beside Kitty, as he coughed up a splash of blood before slipping into complete unconsciousness. Inside his mind, Alexei faced the dark, monstrous shadow of the Myth standing before him. “You can’t use me for your revenge!” Alexei roared, charging the beast with everything he had. “My mate isn't dead! Give me back my body!” With a final, desperate strike, Alexei slammed into the dark entity, and darkness took him completely. _____ One Year Later It was Novel’s university graduation day. She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the f

Three Years Later On a pitch-black night, thunder rolled across the New York City skyline, accompanied by streaks of silver lightning tearing through the gloomy clouds. Rain poured heavily, soaking the nearly deserted streets. Annabelle, with one hand gripping her worn umbrella and the other clutching her faded handbag, hurried through the storm. The moon peeked now and then through the dense clouds, providing the dimmest glow to guide her path. Streetlights flickered unreliably, casting eerie shadows that danced on the wet pavement.

“Rest early today. We’re going to the hospital tomorrow.” Just then, Zachary lay down beside me. “Uncle, are you… sleeping here?” “Where else do you want me to go?” I grabbed fistfuls of my shirt and curled up under the covers. After a long time passed… “Uncle.” “Yeah?” “Turn the lights off, please.” He turned off the lights, and the room became incredibly dark. I could hear my heart beating clearly. I dared not move, and my heartbeat was all over the place.

"We saw him surrender." "I know what I saw," I snapped. "And I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to kill him myself." I turned away from the fire. I looked out the grimy window. The moon was rising over the burning city. It was a blood moon. "We rest tonight," I commanded. "At dawn, we move." *** Dawn broke grey and brutal. The snow had started falling in the night. It covered the burning city in a blanket of white, hiding the scars but not the heat.

BOOK TWO: THE IRON BRIDGES Chapter 92: The Rust of the Soul (Jace’s Perspective) Night fell on Aethelgard not with a sunset, but with a thickening of the soot. In the founding ground, twilight was a time of settling. The birds quieted, the campfires crackled, and the deep sight hummed with a gentle, collective deceleration.

Her first novel boomed, even though it had a less enthusiast genre because of the many spooky and gripping scenes such as scenes of sadistic psychopaths who killed their targets, making readers shudder with horrified. Kanya glanced at her best friend. “You don't have to wait for me! And what are you doing at night in my apartment, anyway?” Samuel shook his head and sighed softly. “Okay, I'm leaving now. If you have a nightmare, don't call me in the middle of the night.” Samuel snorted as he cleared his belongings. “You needn't worry. I'm used to that dream. It's late, but you are still in my apartment.” She giggled.

“I need some water.” “Eliza,” Lucas says pointedly, raising his eyebrows. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” she groans, but isn’t able to hide her fear. She rushes away, presumably going into the bar to get me a cup of water. I move away from the puddle of vomit in the alley and lean against Lucas for support. “Leave it to you to find a hellhound on a girls’ night out,” Naomi quips, eyes still wide. “At least tonight was unforgettable.”

Night launched himself off the stone balustrade, vaulting clean into the freezing midnight air, disappearing into the dark canopy of the forest beneath the fortress. Inside the ruined room, Serena slowly opened her eyes. The cold mountain wind rushed through the shattered balcony, whipping the charcoal curtains wildly around the empty room. Broken glass covered the flagstones. The beast was gone. Miles away, a lethal shadow tore through the ancient pine forest at blinding, demonic speed. Branches snapped and snow scattered as Night surged over jagged ravines and frozen streams, his paws pounding the earth with relentless, punishing fury. The freezing mountain wind lashed against his dark fur