Night N Gale Novels & Stories

The man later followed her inside the car. “What’s your name?” he asked her when the driver started igniting the engine. “Ly— Rona. My name is Rona.” There was no reason for her to say her real name since she would only be with this man for one night. He stared at her for a few moments. She was even nervous because he might know that she was lying. But shortly after that, he finally nodded. “I’m Gideon.” He looked straight into her eyes, “and tonight, you are mine.”

"Gale is not a mistake." "Calling her 'Gale' demonstrates the danger. The NIRL will deal with her one way or the other, and if you're incapable of getting Miss Norvegius in the water, I suggest you take a trip to Drusdor's yeti cabin and let me deal with the complication." Stralath swung around to respond and froze when Miro stepped around the corner.

He can only dwell in silence while withstanding his pain. The night came again. Once again Natty was immersed in her gloomy room while immersed in the longing that filled her heart by looking at Gale’s photo. The photo they took on their second date in a café. Gale’s beautiful smile in the photo makes Natty miss seeing Gale more and more.

Every night I'd wished for them to sing, but now I wished for them to be silent ghosts, nothing but a bad dream. I press the heel of my palms to my closed eyes, cursing the wolves. "I hate you, I hate you all" I hiss, clawing at my hair. One night, that's all it took. One night I had told Irana to tell mum I was gonna be late. I'd been going to a friend's house, but that night, the night I didn't walk home with her and wolves swoop in.

For some, it could even take decades. “But you look young. How old are you, Nash?” “Of course I’m young! I’m only 50 years old.” Fifty? Ayla gaped. But there was no more time for questions, at least not with Nash. Before leaving, he introduced her to one of the people in charge of the Blue Castle, his name was Gael. “So… do I have to live here from now on?” “There are a few buildings nearby where the students stay. I’ll show you around first, and then you’ll be assigned a room.”

Craig explained and I nodded. "You really do look beautiful tonight" Craig whispered in my ear and I shivered. He noticed and smirked as he pulled me closer. I laid my head on his shoulder and we danced like that for a bit. Suddenly, I heard Craig growl and I picked my head up to see a Neil walking towards us with a grin. "May I cut in?" Neil asked, unbothered by Craig's growling. {If you don't want to, you need to say no. Otherwise they will walk all over you}

The edges of the fissure were ragged, wet, and pulsing with a strange, bioluminescent exudate. The race began within forty-eight hours. The ISA, the CNSA, and every private aerospace conglomerate with a rocket and a dream turned their eyes upward. Everyone wanted to be the first to reach the chasm. Everyone wanted the prestige, the data, the potential resources. They called it "The Lunar Aperture." They thought it was a gateway to alien technology or a geode of impossible mineral wealth.

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?

She looked more annoyed than worried. Alex and Gale stood about six paces apart on the sandy ground. They were unclothed, except for a moon-bone girdle that hung on their waists like undergarments. Those girdles were made with a special leather-like material called moon-bone which didn't get ripped up after werewolves turned to their wolf form, making sure that they weren't going to be naked after fighting. The small crowd quietened. Alex and Gale stood opposite each other, their gazes cold and hard. Nolan stood at their center, made a sign with his hands and then bowed his head really low before leaving the space.

Yet, deep inside, a voice was roaring frantically: ‘Spare me, spare me, someone—help me. … Wexford Lane. After dinner, Raina and Leif returned to Gale’s room. As soon as they entered, they noticed Gale had already woken up at some unknown time. His little short hands were weakly holding onto the bed rail, as if trying to get up. Raina was overjoyed and rushed forward in a flurry, “Gale, you’re awake? Do you feel unwell anywhere?!” Gale woke to find no one in sight, but for some reason, all he wanted was to see Raina’s face immediately. Holding the bed rail was his attempt to get down and find her.