Novel & Cerita The Dark One Nikki Crowe

“Door’s open. We go in.” Cove pushed the door slow. The room inside was big, lights dim. Marco sat tied to a chair in the middle, his eyes looking straight at me for half a second. He gave a small nod. Then the door on the right opened. Nikolai Volkov stepped in, tall and calm, a new plan already in his hands. “Well, well. The hacker and his crew. You came anyway.” The team froze. Bullets were already being checked. The room got still fast.

Anything to make him bleed. Nicky struggled towards the bed and pulled out the dagger, slowly she sprang to her feet like she was possessed, she limped out the room into the dark. Dale's face went blank. She bit her nails in fright. Calling Nicky back would be an act of rebellion as Ken would be alerted. Dale followed from a safe distance. Nicky emerged from the dark, an half naked woman stained in blood. The weak wood creaked as she made her steps towards Ken, but Ken was totally off guard, he kept on talking to himself, drinking and eating.

Cursed beneath the shadows of death never to see the breaking of the dawn - Buried in darkness and cursed to live till eternity. Nikki heard the cracklings of the dry leaves. Like a strong prey looking for her predator, she searched confidently. Nikki had read about supernatural beings and she is quite aware that she was one of a kind. She hasn't met a night crawler, but she knows it would be a piece of cake for her. Tired and fearful of her child's safety, she brought him closer as she lay to sleep. But, the predators of the night are close to the feeding of their prey which comes once in a lifetime.

I had been thinking differents of Liam torturing me once he got me, he would torture me to death this time, I acted out of his bearings. Somebody knocked on the door while my face was swollen from the crying session, I wiped my tears and permitted them to come in, the lights of the room was still off and I was sitting at the bed in the dark. The door opened and a shadow of a mid-height lady formed, I focused my eyes to recognise who it was but my eyes chose not to cooperate with me, “Jenna, my dear,” I heard a soothing motherly voice calling me out, the voice which belonged to Miss. Beckett, “Why are you sitting in the dark?” she was about to hit the lights when I interrupted her in my grogg

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

Badly. “What are you doing?!“ I whipped my head around toward the voice and froze. A dark figure stood in the corner—the dark one, the one that had struck a deal with Sam to stay here. Its red eyes glowed, and its long limbs seemed to stretch toward us. In that moment of shock, the pain in my spine dulled slightly, and I thrashed again, finally wrenching my hands free. The dark one took a step forward, but I was quicker. Without thinking, I flung my knife, striking it cleanly in the stomach. The dark figure let out a gasp and collapsed to its knees.

Anubis was up now and standing behind it. The two of them circled it, their minds joined in a psychic embrace that formed a singular conscience. No words passed between them but their instincts synchronized their thoughts and they acted as one. Coordinating their plan, they moved in. The werewolf swung from side to side, turning and spinning, trying to keep them both within its peripheral vision at the same time. Anubis growled and launched forward. The werewolf spun around to deflect his attack and Georgia’s wolf launched herself forward just as they planned. Just as the werewolf turned, she was on its back, a sizable chunk of its neck caught in her jaws. She wrenched away from it and tore

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

when Lina turns to her back he saw the pale face of the man with long and curly hair, one of his eyes is black he flashed a smile and when the girl saw the irritating smile, she wants to stab the other eye “let me borrow your gift, this will be fast” Lina hurriedly stepped back and pushed his arm hard, Nathan felt rejected and a pit of anger slowly builds upon him “do you wanna know what I did to your colleague?” lifting his hands, Rodiricko pop out of nowhere, and in the blink of an eye his body float in the air while struggling to breath “Watch” the poor man trembled in fear when Nathan tighten his grip while facing the little girl, studying her facial expression Lina lift one of her eyebr

Chapter 76: The Breaking Dawn The penthouse was bathed in the soft gray light of pre-dawn when Kira woke. She had barely slept. The latest dossier from Elias Crowe had kept her mind racing long after Damien had fallen asleep beside her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the twisted words about Damien’s mother dying in pain, his brother bleeding out in the streets, and the accusation that Damien had abandoned them all to chase power. The way Crowe had framed her as the latest “victim” in his supposed pattern of destruction made her stomach turn.