Ten Minutes Till Dawn 소설 & 이야기

He murmured gruffly, his gaze surprisingly gentle, yet holding my droopy ones intently. “Why would you think that, I barely even slept” I murmured, my voice sounding barely above a whisper. “What kind of law in this advanced universe states that sleeping over ten hours is considered ‘barely slept’?” he demanded, his tone oozing off playful sarcasm. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. “What??!... Ten hours?!” I yelled and he nodded with a shrug. “Ten hours, eight minutes and thirty four seconds to be precise” he read from the luxurious Graff Diamond watch strapped around his wrists.

Baka dinideliryo na nga yata. Dinampot ko ang phone ni Theros sa bed-side table at suwerteng walang password ito. Hinanap ko agad sa contacts ang pangalan ni Raven at tinawagan iyon. "Theros, mabuti naisipan mong magparamdam— "Raven, si Dawn 'to." Saglit na natahimik ang kabilang linya kaya inakala kong naputol ang tawag. "Dawn. Why are you using Theros' phone?"

Paints a raven on the inside of her wrist, wings dripping like fresh ink. “For luck,” she says. We stand in the foyer, armed to the teeth, snow swirling beyond the glass. “Day six,” she says. I check my watch. 4:58 a.m. “Twenty-four hours till sunset.” She laces her fingers with mine. “Then let’s make them count.”

The clock on the nightstand reads 11:47. Midnight is thirteen minutes away. The numbers glow red in the dark room, pulsing like a heartbeat, like a countdown, like a warning. Nathaniel is on the phone with Marcus, his voice low, urgent, the words spilling out in rushed bursts. Julian is pulling security footage from the building across the street, frame by frame, searching for a face, a shadow, a shape in the dark.

But the world was already unraveling. ⸻ I pressed my hand to the glass, breath fogging the window. “Ten days to midnight,” I whispered. “Then the world burns again.” And this time… I’d be ready

“You’re not alone.” Seth rests his forehead against my temple. “We’ve got you, snowflake.” Something inside me cracks. Not pain. Not fear. Just… something warm I can’t name. The runes flicker again. Soft. Slow. Beckoning. Callum glances at the window. Moonlight isn’t visible, but the sky outside is tinged violet—the early bruising of dusk. “We have six hours,” he murmurs. Six hours until midnight. Six hours until everything changes.

The day was still on, and the twilight had not yet fallen, when Brawen's dormitory welcomed a character of the same caliber who had caused Brawen quite a bit of trouble. Brawen wears a long nightgown, her hair is messy, her face is sleepy, her eyes are as heavy as a mountain that looks like they could collapse at any moment standing in front of the door. Yesterday she slept a bit late because of preparing for today. Chandra Kronos smiled as bright as dawn in the twilight, making Brawen want to kick him even though he was sleepy. You've got it wrong, Mr. Kronos, it's only 6pm to depart, and also, your assembly area is on the West side.

10 years of love and 20 years of friendship had vanished instantly. Before I even sent the email, I called Vicky. "Zoe? Why are you calling me at this hour? You're about to become the most beautiful bride. You can't stay up all night!" Her voice was light and natural. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

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."

It’ll be an hour and a half before she reaches her hometown. Ken arrived in one of the bars his friend owned. He drank drink after drink trying to forget Alice’s face when she saw them this morning. I have to talk to her; he thought. He threw money at the counter and stormed off. The sun had just set when he arrived back at their house. The lights were off and it was clear that no one was home. Her car was here and Ken thought she had already come home and was ready to listen to him. His pulse raced as he unlocked the door. The house was quiet.