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Erubus was coming closer to the surface. “The humans are paying attention. If we allow Vince and the Brotherhood to continue down the path they are, we will be found out.” He swallowed, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob. I shook my head to clear it. He was effecting me again. Nix panted. Our heat is close. I don’t think we will make it through the night. We have to. I called back. We are supposed to attack the rogues tomorrow night. “She is just a kid.” Rowan’s words snapped me back.

Its almost past midnight but I can't sleep. "Can't sleep huh?" I heard him say "Huh? Your awake too?" He turned to me. "Yep. I can't sleep either" Our eyes met again. For a long while. "Um- wanna watch TV?" He asked. "Yeah sure" I said and sat up. Surfing the channel......nothing good on it. 'Ya Allah soo bored' "There's a movie starting in a few minutes." He said. "Fright night" I read the title. "Ok let's watch"

No matter how willing they were to feel each other, some invisible manacles were there, holding both of them apart. The sky was dark but still belonged to the morning, as it was an early hour striking 3 am on the time measuring tool. A deafening silence was filling the vacuum of that busy road, carrying no one else than those two bodies, which might be each other’s, but was no more than a stranger to it. No car could be seen passing by, as if the road has blocked itself to give time to these strangers crying their hearts out inside, but have nothing to utter outside, even if it is a sob. Though the illuminating lights were so bright, ready to compete with the sun, the world of these souls ca

And in my chest, my heart was beating so loud, I almost didn’t hear the faint buzz of my clutch on the bed. A new message.From an unknown number. (Unknown): Cara Mia, I see you chose the ogre tonight. Don’t worry. We’ll talk soon

DIMITRI'S POV What was happening? What the fuck was happening? My throat was dry, and my heart felt like it would explode. Neal was gone, and Camille was now unresponsive after being covered in that malevolent light. I could still hear her heart beating, but something was wrong. "Camille, wake up." I urged, reaching for her hand. They were cold. Like ice cold. The full moon hung low in the night sky, its pale light casting an ominous glow over the forest. The sight of it stirred something primal within me, a force so ancient and raw that it threatened to consume my very being.

"We are the Midnight Reapers now. And nobody will ever take this from us." Present... I pulled myself out of the memory, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth ached. "He built this fortress.” My voice shook. "He wrote the bylaws to protect it. And tonight, he pinned his cut to the table and walked out into the rain with absolutely nothing. He is a dead man, Lila. He has so many enemies.” I stood up from the stool, unable to sit still anymore. I looked toward the doors of the chapel. My sister was trapped in a glass cage with a monster and my best friend was out on the streets.

Rhychard sat astride his Suzuki and stared up at Renny Saunders townhouse. The chilly, quiet night entirely swallowed the Friday sun. The sky was clear, the stars pin-pricking the night canopy. It was the first night of the Dark Moon. Tomorrow that moon would hold power, power Vargas would harness and use to open a Gateway to the Nether.

Even with my strength fading from the silver robes before, I managed to land a few solid hits, fueled by pure adrenaline. Finally, the tide turned. Most of the nightstalkers were sprawled on the damp ground, groaning or unconscious. Only a few remained standing, their bravado completely gone. The stranger stepped forward and delivered a devastating roundhouse kick directly into the leader's face. The crack of bone echoed through the trees. The leader tumbled backward, landing hard in the dirt in front of his remaining followers. “Don’t you ever come back near her,” the stranger’s voice was low, dangerous, and muffled by the hood of the cloak.

The old man walked to the window and couldn't help but let out a long sigh. The situation was very turbulent now. He always had an indescribable sense of unease in his heart. He hoped this unease would not come true. Otherwise, Miami would no longer be peaceful... In the Nether Realm, it was impossible to tell day from night. Here, it was always an endless night. But everyone knew that the Lich Lord loved lights. Inside Ghostspire Citadel, lights blazed everywhere. Especially in Ghost City, which was so lavish and magnificent that it was known as the Nightless City.