Night Has Come Characters Novels & Stories

Why? Lammas. He needed a huge amount of blood. A massive . . . sacrifice. To whom? For what? For life, he’d said. For whom? Not for the beastman King . . . *** And when they awoke, they were alone. No Drust, no apprentice, no beastman, not even the snoring King. August sprang up and called out their names, as they were so few. “Quintus, sir! Porcius, Crispinus, Decimus, Rufus! They are all gone!”

“He has the means to buy it and fix it up, and he knew I’ve had my eye on it, that’s all.” “Yes, that’s all,” Naomi quips. Kristy, bless her, changes the subject, and we talk about potions the rest of dinner. I carry my empty plate to the sink, looking out at the dark yard for Lucas. He hasn’t come back yet, and I can’t shake the bad feeling that’s growing in the pit of my stomach. Sensing my nerves, Freya shadows into the yard, going after my undead lover. The girls help me clean up the kitchen, and I go upstairs to change into a traditional black dress.

Or the floor, or the ground, or up against a wall. I gave a tiny shudder and gave myself a concussion-inducing mental slap. I had to stop thinking about him in such an erotic way. He wasn’t my type and I was certainly not his. I’d seen him in the gossip pages, and at awards events, with blonde bombshells who looked so perfectly put together, they could have been supermodels. Some of them are supermodels. Interestingly, Niamh is a blonde bombshell with her white-blonde hair and stunning figure. I haven’t cracked any mirrors lately but I can safely say I do not look anything like a supermodel. Not even close. I fall into the category of a mousy girl next door. Or maybe a girl down the road, so

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

I ran until I couldn't run anymore, until I found myself standing in front of The Riverside Hotel three blocks away. The kind of place Damien and I couldn't afford but that businesspeople expensed without thinking about it. The lobby was all marble and gold accents. At the front desk, a young woman with perfect makeup smiled at me. "Can I help you?" "I need a room." My voice sounded distant. "Just for tonight." She didn't ask about luggage or why I looked like death. She just processed my credit card and handed me a key leading to Room 412. I made it inside, locked the door, and collapsed against it.

I was expecting one or two people at most at this time of the night, but was met with an elderly woman who used a tripod cane and a couple beside her which I guess were his parents, a young boy in either his late teens or early twenties and a lady. I felt Nik hands drape his suit jacket over me to fight off the cold that hit as we stepped out into the chilly night air. “If it isn't my brother and the gold digging whore he married like a thief in the night.”

Almost immediately, something in her expression changed, as if she sensed there was still more. “But what else, Alex?” Her voice, soft yet urgent, reflected her cautious nature and her need to know everything—to understand. She couldn’t relax without the whole truth, no matter how terrifying it might be. Alex fell silent for a moment, staring at the ground as if the words were hard to say. Finally, he sighed and lifted his gaze, his seriousness making it clear that what he was about to say wasn’t something he had wanted to share. “Last night, I had an unexpected visitor,” he murmured, keeping his eyes fixed on Scarlett. “Zafira. The gorgon who tried to drown you.”

As we entered, the men began to shed their own clothes, their heavy bodies emerging from the expensive fabrics like weapons being unsheathed. I moved toward the centre of the bed, the silk cool against my back. One by one, they joined me. Daniel at my head, Silas and Jonas at my sides, Felix and Luca at my feet, and Daddy presiding over it all. The circle was closed. The fortress was locked. And the night had finally, truly begun.

she said, “especially after what happened last night. But we’re out and no matter what’s happened the kids will still be hungry.” He’d run over to the grocery store early, his eyes gritty from lack of sleep but his body wired. Alex drove the squad car, even though he was only supposed to use it for official business. He’d put his uniform on, too. It felt like armor, protecting him from the people who’d tried to kill him and his family the night before.

The next thing, Sarah saw Kimara groaning painfully and holding her forehead. Richard had mustered all the strength in him and hit her head on the wall with his left hand before dozing off completely. Then came the scene where Kim was staring at the man who looked like a demigod even in his sleep. She couldn't even touch his boxers. He was so useless to her now after all as his dick would not stand even if she had tried. Kimara lay beside him out of frustration and slept afterwards. In another scene which appeared to be in the morning of the next day, Kim answered a call with Richard's phone then took out her own phone and began to snap herself and Richard, changing different positions.