Night-runners Prologue 소설 & 이야기

Nadia’s POV Me and Luca take off starting with a slow jog and slowly speed up until we’re at a good pace. We have been running for almost an hour and we’re coming up on the cliff. As we approach the cliff I can hear voices a little way in front of us. “Saturn we aren’t supposed to go in the water it’s dangerous” I hear a little girl say “Oh come on I’m only by the edge I’m not going to jump” the girl I’m assuming is Saturn responds

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Yet, even as I did so, my mind was teeming with thoughts of the perils that lay in wait for Asher and his men. The night crawlers, creatures of darkness said to emerge only after sunset, posed a constant threat. If luck was on their side, they would find Jonas and bring him back before nightfall, thereby avoiding the night crawlers altogether. However, if not, one could only hope for the latter scenario. I took several deep, calming breaths, reminding myself that Asher was not alone. He was in the company of his most trusted warriors, men who would willingly sacrifice their lives for him.

Drowsiness gradually took over my mind, and once again, I pulled Dylan down. “Dylan, can you sleep a little longer? Otherwise, your body won't be able to handle it!" Before I completely fell asleep, I heard myself vaguely say that. But very quickly, I awakened again. The location next to me was not warm. My heart panicked, and I looked around. The night light hadn't turned off yet, and my eyes fell on the picture on the nightstand. The photo has been moved, Dylan's slippers are gone, and the closet door is open. In an instant, I hurriedly grabbed a coat and ran out of the house.

They only need to know that thirst and victory share a cup if I say they do. “Seven nights,” I remind them. “No glory. Only precision.” “Only precision,” they echo, as if tasting the word for the first time. Night One is for finding the seam. From my study, I watch through Mei’s eyes: city blocks rendered in thermal gradients, rooftops in thin blues, men in oranges and golds. The panthers live in the space between temperature and assumption. They cut corners where mortals slow down and they slow down where mortals perform speed.

I looked at Orion. “Tomorrow,” I said, “you take that broken drone and the lenses you brought and the map Jason drew, and you go to that same ridge. You call the neutral packs to watch. You stand beside me, and when they say ‘monster,’ you answer: ‘door.’ And if they ask who taught you, you say: ‘mercy.’ ” He nodded, steady. “I will.” The runner cleared his throat. “There’s more,” he said, almost apologizing. “Ronan’s envoy reached Alder Run after dusk. He… he asked for Court to accelerate. Two days. Not three.”

"But anticipate the twist—rogues fight dirty." By midday, as the sun climbed high and scents of roasting midday meals wafted from the omegas' fires, a runner loped in from the borders—flanks heaving, eyes wide with urgency, fur matted with gorge mud. "Alpha! Luna!" he panted, dropping to one knee. "Rogues sighted—five strong, bearing James's old scar-marks on their flanks. Heading deep into the gorges, scavenging his hidden caches. River scouts engaged two; the rest flee. They request aid—fast, before they scatter to the winds." Clara's eyes met mine across the training grounds, silver fire igniting fierce and unyielding. "We go. Together," she declared, voice cutting sharp. "Kai, rally a do

Mrs Barnsley said as she adjusted herself. "Noah's foster parents are in my trunk. Take their corpses in case there's going to be a burial for the Brigadiers. The clock is ticking Denver, I need to have that Andrea girl" Mrs Barnsley said and then she dismissed him. Noah was a vampire, the only one of his kind Oswald had discovered. He was sure they were many where he came from but he just wanted to make use of just him alone because he was unique. He had the ability to absorb other supernatural creatures' powers by just touching them without becoming fatigued. The process was painful but he could endure it. The more powerful the creature was, the faster and more efficient the transformation

It is better to go unnoticed as if it were a shadow. I go through the undergrowth that lines the street, careful not to make noise. I move quickly to go to the head of the caravan. Then we come to a camp with several tents. The marchers line up waiting to be seen. Apparently, Einar is so desperate for the Outcasts to fill his dungeon that even at this hour they have personnel available to recruit them.

I quietly observed the hallway, checking if someone was tailing me but when the coast was clear, I headed straight to the dungeon. I navigated the dark and narrow hallway until I reached the cells filled with caught rogues and werewolves who had committed a crime. Some growled upon the sight of me. They held out their claws desperate to reach me while others cried and begged for mercy. At the end of the hallway, I saw Alaric and Elias, my trusted deltas, who were standing beside a chair where an omega was sitting. My deltas bowed their head. "Alpha Lucien,"