Shannon Messenger Nightfall 소설 & 이야기

"Shannon, can you help me?" Shannon’s grin widened, her sense of chaos fully ignited. "A midnight stealth mission to reclaim your life? Count me in. I’ll be at the gate at two a.m. Have your bags ready—and don't get caught." I nodded. My heart hammered against my ribs at the thought of it. But there was no turning back. Tonight would be the last night I ever spent under the Desmond roof. Tomorrow, my life would finally be my own.

Ash shifts again, his paws moving away from their original places, but still keeping me pinned down. Snow continues to fall at a steady pace, the wind growing slightly and the sky becoming darker. A few minutes after the house lights up Mikki trots out of the forest with Tori, Ally, Vic and Carson with her. They pause at seeing us, but then trot over to the door where they shift and go inside, all murmuring.

The Nightfall Pack. The Nightfall Pack is one of the closest pack to ours, Heaven Moon Pack. They are long-time allies who depended on each other in pack disputes. So much so that my father broke down upon hearing the devastating news. People died from a massive fire, killing everyone in sight until nothing was left but ash. No one knows what started the fire, but what is known is that it must have been so massive that the bodies are burned to dust. "They said you're the only survivor. Is that true?" I ask. My eyes squint as I stare at him.

"If the pillar goes into a feedback loop, it will trigger a seismic shock that will level North Africa!" ​The Human Shield ​I didn't reach for a weapon. I reached for the Vocal-Census. ​"Thomas! Open the global link!" I shouted from the Ravello vault. "We don't need to fight the jammer. We need to Drown it out!" ​Thomas didn't just open the link; he invited the world to witness the destruction. Seven billion people watched through their Shield-Ink nodes as the Sahara Garden began to die. They saw the Vane-Thorne the first ship of the "Third Edition" crumbling before it could even fly.

"Four times the night before, and five times just before dawn. She never says anything, and when I pick up, it’s just... static. Or breathing." "That’s weird," Malcolm commented, his brow furrowing as he set the spoon down. The casualness in his voice vanished, replaced by that sharp, Alpha focus. "Is there another attack on the Guardian Quarter that we haven't heard about? Or is she trying to tell us something she can't say over an open line?" He picked up my phone, scrolling through the log of missed calls. "Shannon isn't the type to panic-call. If she’s reaching out this much, she’s either in trouble or she’s found a leak in our plan."

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

this fall was coming. "Besides, you tried to kill me. What, I'm just supposed to take it?" "Heh. Stubborn fool." He scoffed. Then—blink. A Spatial user flashed to his side, grabbed him. "Selene, die with the base." Gabriel smiled, cruel and calm—right before vanishing. The sky tore open. A missile roared through the rift, screaming straight at us. "Oh my god—it's a nuke!" "We're dead! We're all dead!"

The screen flashed again. MISSION: DIVIDED BLOOD SURVIVE 60 MINUTES ESTIMATED FAILURE RATE: 91% Kai stared. "Ninety-one?" Noah looked personally offended. "That's not a mission." "What is it?" Tess asked weakly. "It's an execution," Noah answered. A countdown appeared. 60:00 Then immediately began falling. 59:59 59:58 59:57 The maintenance chamber shook violently. Metal screamed, pipes burst overhead, steam exploded into the air. The walls shifted, the floor trembled.