Nightbane 소설 & 이야기

My breath shatters inside me; my heart sank into my stomach. “Felyndra….” The trees whispered. “Felyndra….” My head swirled around, and then I saw him, Nightbane. He was standing in the firelight, tall and still like a god forged from smoke and steel. His midnight eyes met mine, cold and unmoving. “Help me!” I screamed, but he didn’t move.

One punch. Another punch. Ler eluded him every time, and Brenna took this chance to launch another attack. “Aghhh!” She was an old, experienced warrior. But Lux was even older and more experienced than her. He grabbed her leg, and the fiery expression in her face lasted all but seconds before she was tossed away. Bereft of life. Her spiritual energy just served as fuel to Lux. Nox was fast enough to pick Scythe before it fell to the ground or into the enemy's hands.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

“That would be me. My name is Jasper Zane, Alpha of Crimson peaks. I seek to have an audience with the Alpha and Luna of Deep into the woods pack.” The woman's gaze darkened, “Why do you seek an audience with the Alpha and Luna of this pack.” “For business.” Jasper said, not letting himself be overwhelmed by the woman's gaze. “I am Zaria North, the Beta of Deep into the woods so you better tell me what business you have with the Alpha and Luna. I won't let you see them until you are straight with me.”

“I see you're having fun.” “Definitely,” Daemon said, smirking. With a smile, the young man said, “My name is Edmond from Nightfang Pack.” Daemon and Fea exchanged glances. “Nightfang?” Daemon asked. “I heard about your Luna…Selene.” Edmond's eyes lost their glow. “Yes. Selene Luna.” He lowered his voice. “It's sad that she had to die that way.” “Yes it is sad,” Daemon whispered, his eyes briefly growing gloomy.

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

(Didi) Crac. I look emotionlessly at my Family Leader as the lifeless body collapses before me. My hand, arm, and the right side of my face received the spray of blood from my victim as I pulled the blade out. I only had to stab my knife once. This surgical gesture, repeated countless times since my early childhood, is the reason I hate what I become as soon as I get home. Tender childhood? Let me laugh. There was never anything tender about the Bonani childhood.

The night her home burned, and her future along with it. Her blonde curls were hidden beneath dyed black. Her scent masked with herbs only a rogue would know to use. Her name? Forgotten, at least here. Here, she was Lyra Vane, a lone wolf looking to pledge allegiance to the most powerful pack in the region. The one led by the man she came to kill. The Nightfang Alpha. Kael. Blackthorn. As Aria approached the gates, it was opened by two hefty wolves pulling it on both sides. Just at the entrance was a she-wolf, she watches aria walk in, her eyes sizing her up from head to toe.

he growled. “Leila, Leila please talk to me!” I could hear Nick still on the phone. I watched as Dan raised the phone to his ear. “If I can’t have her then no-one can.” An evil smile appeared across his face as he hung up and pulled the knife out.

"What does it say? That looks like Latin." "It's old Norse mixed with early shifter dialects." Tracing the words, the translation formed in my mind. The Alpha bloodline came with perks, including a genetic memory for the ancient tongues. "It's called *Nattbane*. Night-bane. It’s a synthetic hybrid of pure silver nitrate and concentrated wolfsbane." "Can it be cured?"