Romans & histoires The Coming

"What does that mean?" Darius's smile widened. "It means they're coming." The forest seemed colder suddenly. "The Blood fangs will come," and a chill crawled down my spine. "The Night born will come," and several warriors exchanged uneasy glances. "The Witch Clans will come," and even Kale's expression darkened at that. Darius's voice became almost gentle. "And the ones hiding beyond the northern mountains..."

“Yeah, and just a hint here. Be careful. Something in all this gets my senses on edge. I think there’s something big coming.” “Like what?” “I don’t know. But there are strong reapers activities. They generally don’t get involved unless some massive amount of death is coming,” I said. “Maybe there’s just gonna be some massive tsunami somewhere, I don’t know.” I sighed. “I think there’s a war coming, but don’t quote me on it yet. It’s not clear enough at the moment. But I’m definitely getting the precursor of a war vibe. It’s probably still too early to know. Something could happen to stop it from occurring, but it’s heading in that direction.”

"One day, I'll be out of here! Bo Yan's just been confounded by her for now! When he wakes up, he'll realize that I am the one whom he truly loves..." Shen Zhiwei spied Shen Rou watching her from upstairs and retreated back to the kitchen, returning with a thick slab of raw steak as she whistled. "Blizzard, come here!" "Owooooo..." A raucous but welcoming howl ripped like a gash through the silence of the compound and Blizzard came soaring through the air with a great leap and rushed to Shen Zhiwei. The fat chunk of meat in her hand made its long muzzle opened hungrily as saliva dripped off its vermin teeth in anticipation of the feast!

What was already moving through the dark toward Draconis, carrying the news that the rekindling had chosen, that the bond was hours away from completion, that the ignition was coming? What was going to arrive at these gates before tonight?

You've been together for three years and still don't know how to comfort her. … By the time my emotions had calmed, it was already dark. Surprisingly, Carlo continued holding me without leaving my side. He even kissed my cheek after seeing me calm down. "How about I take you to the seaside tomorrow to clear your mind?" he offered. I lowered my head, gently refusing. "No, I promised the priest I'd go to church to pray tomorrow." Carlo was puzzled. "It's supposed to snow tomorrow. The roads will be slippery and hard to walk on. Do you really have to go?"

"Come for a ride." ***

The absence of something. Or maybe the presence of something else. Matteo gestures vaguely. “So… are we celebrating or panicking.” I look at him. Then back at Ezra. Then beyond them. Because I can feel it now. Clearly. Directly. The predator. Closer. Faster. Focused. And I understand something else. Something important. Something terrifying. “It’s coming for me,” I say. Ezra’s expression hardens. “I know.” I shake my head slightly. “No.”

So close it could taste their flesh. Louis broke. All that football practice aided him well in running from danger. Head still bloody, he dodged and weaved away from the unseen perils. His screams merged with the Cold Woman’s, then disappeared among the grave markers. Jon only wished he could follow, but he was rooted to the spot. He pulled Kathy’s head into his chest and held it. Eyes squeezed shut, tears dripped all over his shirt. “It’s coming. It’s coming,” she cried. He felt it too. Though the true nature of “it” was an unknown. Just a supreme sensation of impending evil, of a calamity yet to happen. A nuclear winter where Jon and Kathy were squashed bugs, trampled and forgotten.

I’m coming home, coyote. Just one more drop-in. The coma isn’t the end. It’s the wait before the storm wakes up. And when I do… The sky better be ready. Because I’m bringing the thunder back with me. To be continued…

Because I already know. “They are not coming for me,” I say. “Then who?” I swallow. And the answer comes out before I can stop it. “They are coming for the core.” And as the system pulses again— Stronger than ever— The boundary does not just strain— It cracks.