Phantom Tales Of The Night นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I looked at her with a dubious look. “The dead don’t lie Katherine. These are flashes, ghosts whispering their own tales of memories from times past. It doesn’t necessarily mean that the ghost is directly here with us just, shadows of their memories. When something horrific, it imprints on the room or house in a negative way.” I was nodding in understanding of everything that she was saying. I knew a little about paranormal investigation. I watch Ghost Hunters and The Dead Files. “Something really bad happened here. The memories of that event are stained into this place. I don’t think it was in this room though.”

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"God, here's another poser!" My roommate, Fiona Sharpe, grinned as she shoved her phone at us. Its screen showed a student chat group where a bold message stood out. It read, "Urgently looking for a female date—must be attractive—to accompany me to a banquet. You'll receive ten grand upfront as payment."

I screamed, and he gave it to me, fucking me until my body was nothing but sensation and sound. We didn’t stop. Not after once, not after twice. The night blurred into heat and sweat and endless moans, condoms piling on the bedside like trophies, and the bed creaking like crazy. When sleep finally claimed me, I thought: this is the best night of my life. I didn’t care that he was a stranger. Maybe it was better this way..no names, no shame, just pure release. …But the morning was cruel.

The surroundings are wide, it is as wide as the Moonlight parking lot, but it has shelves and on this shelf there are placed circles that glow, in this circle there are pictures coming out. "This is what I saw Admin holding the other night, this is what it says in the box." I said and looked at a circle. Inside this circle is a Moonlight student in front of him standing an old man and choking a child. I wrinkled my forehead. I started wandering around, until I came to a shelf where MLA was placed. "Dark." I called to my companion, he looked at me so I motioned for him to approach me. "Look at this." I said as I turned to look at a circle I saw. He approached me.

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Maybe with Phoebe, we’ll be able to unravel the mysteries around this. Waking side by side, we went into her room. Picking up the book, it ignited with a golden glow, pages opening on its own. “What sort of book is this?” I muttered to myself, scrutinizing it. Thankfully, Hayley wasn’t in the room, giving us time to read it. The book talked about creatures that existed before werewolves such as vampires, fox spirit, fairies and the rest. Phoebe seemed more invested in fox spirits, her fingers traced the intricate drawings, her gaze never leaving. Following her line of sight, I saw the drawing of a fox with nine tails, its eyes ignited with a violet glow, looking so divine and magnificent. “V

Ryker stiffened beside me, his Lycan ‘Demon’ pressing against the edges of his control, demanding to know what trick had just been played. My breath caught. Phantom. His name wasn’t just a name—it was his truth. The ground trembled as invisible paws dug in hard. Warriors yelped as an unseen force knocked them sprawling across the grounds, dust rising where nothing stood. Then, out of thin air, Phantom reappeared, fangs bared, eyes alight with a primal fire. Ryker’s jaw tightened, but his eyes—sharp, measuring—betrayed surprise. “Impossible,” he muttered, not believing his own eyes.

Some were made of leather, others of scales, and some in what might have been human skin. In the center, a pool of black water reflected no light. “The Library of Things That Were,” the ghost announced. “Every book here tells of the old agreement, the first prophecies. The Bridge especially.” Tamara moved to the nearest shelf. The books whispered as she passed, like they recognized her. “This one,” the ghost said, pulling out a book that looked like a piece of the night sky. “Start here.” Tamara opened it. The words weren't English. Weren't any language she knew. But she understood them.