Puitis Malam Novels & Stories

Malamya siyang umalis sa lugar na yaon, malungkot na pumasok sa kanyang silid na may huling sulyap pa sa mga ito bago isara ng marahan ang pinto. Sa loob ng kanyang silid ay makikita ang napakaraming mga guhit-larawan, mga ginuhit na mga maiitim na nilalang at larawan ng isang batang halimaw na si Roel. Muli, nagparamdam ang mga maiitim na nilalang sa kanya, umaaligid ito at nagbibigkas ng mga nakakasugat na mga salita, parang mga bubuyog na bumubulong-bulong at paminsan-minsa’y sumisigaw at naninindak, muli niyang tinakpan ang kanyang mga tenga at nagsimulang umiyak ng timpi hanggang sa mawala ang mga nilalang na yaon. Sa pagkakataon na ito ay may kung ano siyang binuksan sa maliit na plast

Alyssa holds hands and begins to sick soulfully: “When the heart is frozen, and your tears flow like the waterfalls in Alparo, when all seems lost and peace is yonder, oh! Daughter of the Ancient Alparo. Lift your hands to the sky, let your eyes glow, let your hands lead you to where the relief comes and power excels”. The entire room became windy, like a tornado. The books on the shelves begin to fall because the whole room is vibrating like an earthquake is about to happen.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

Justin spoke more to himself looking anxious. “And what do you believe?” His gaze shot to me as he hesitated, “I know it doesn't lead to hell that’s for sure.” “How?” Eddy interrupted, “Eric sent him down to see how the slaves were cooperating.” Justin hissed visibly paling, “It is.. a long way down. The slaves are kept in cells carved in rock. They go mad from lack of light and food some even try to climb out and fall breaking bones. It was a mercy to end them..”

** Di malam beranjak larut, ditemani senandung binatang malam yang berpusat di halaman belakang rumah sewaannya, Zie tengah menidurkan sang buah hati hingga benar-benar terbuai dalam mimpi. Tatapan Zie enggan beralih dari pesona yang begitu memukau dari makhluk mungil berusia satu tahun di sampingnya. Sungguh ciptaan Tuhan yang tidak dapat wanita itu sanggah, paras pualamnya sangat menggetarkan palung jiwa. Alana Malaika Azzahra, tumbuh berkembang tidak terduga di dalam rahim Zievana, berawal dari asmara terlarang di malam pertama bersama pria tidak dikenal.

The Valley of Shadows loomed before us, its eerie stillness seemingly alive with the weight of our unspoken fears. We exchanged a solemn glance, steeling ourselves for the trials that awaited. As we ventured deeper into the darkness, the air grew heavy, suffused with a sense of foreboding. Shadows danced and writhed, taking on eerie forms that whispered haunting melodies in our ears. The very essence of the valley seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy. "What could possibly be waiting for us in this forsaken place?" Malachi wondered aloud, his voice hushed and filled with a mix of anticipation and caution.

Pain stabs at my chest, prickles over my skin, filling me with hatred. The wolves which my sister and I used to sit up listening together now aroused hatred. Irana would wonder into my room some nights and sit next to on the bed, and we'd talk about nothing for hours until we heard the first of the howls. They didn't howl every night, so if it got too late Irana would walk out with a joke of why they weren't singing. 'Maybe they are a little shy tonight' she'd laugh before closing the door. Every night I'd wished for them to sing, but now I wished for them to be silent ghosts, nothing but a bad dream.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

“Malachi Sinclair.” “How did you get in here?” Malachi asked, and frowned because he still couldn’t smell his scent. “I was struck by lightning when I was 17,” he said, with a smile, as he caught Malachi staring. “Lichtenburg figures usually disappear after a few days,” Malachi said. “I guess I’m special like that,” he said, and sat down. There was something very odd about him. Even though he smelled human, Malachi knew he wasn’t. “You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours,” Malachi said. The man’s mind was completely blank, and he had only encountered that once before in his life.