The Night Watch Book Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

She could feel the determination radiating from each member as they made their final preparations before setting out into the night. ‌ Andrei's voice carried with authority as he addressed the watchers. "Brothers and sisters of the night, tonight's patrol is of utmost importance. Our territory must remain secure, and your vigilance ensures the safety of our pack. Together, we stand strong, and together, we shall protect what is ours." ‌ The watchers nodded in unison, their expressions reflecting their commitment. They were well aware of the significance of their role and the trust placed upon them. Sabrina sensed their unwavering dedication and felt a surge of pride in being part of this pac

Even though it’s not real, at least I saw that again. A long silence prevails when we can catch our breaths until my eyes dart at my parents who are now starting to fade. The place became black even if I try to roam my eyes, hoping to find a light, but it was no use. “I finally found you,” a man said which make my eyes narrow. He slowly walk closer to me until I finally saw his face. The place became a castle and he’s now wearing white long sleeves that have different gold linings at the wrist and collar and are paired with black slacks. He’s also wearing different jewelry or accessories that make his attire luxury. His long black coat with a touch of gold colors was visible too. He’s also w

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

My mind and body were at war with each other, we were on assignment outside of the compound with the dead lurking just about everywhere, this was a really bad idea and yet the thought of feeling Jakes arms around me again had me shivering with anticipation. “Of course.” I uttered eventually before I grabbed my bags and placed them next to the mattress closest to the front window while the others moved their own bags. “Just over an hour shifts each on watch. Rotate out.” “I'll take second watch Bubble.” Porter stated. “I caught an hour in the truck.” The guys all nodded before sliding into their respective beds for the night and I lay down on the edge of the mattress feeling embarrassed all o

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

“Altered. Strengthened. Someone—or something—remade them. And now they’re hunting.” Nyra lifted her gaze to the moon. “They’re not hunting. They already know where they’re going.” The ward hummed low, broken, like a wounded beast refusing to yield. “To the first watch-terrace,” I decided. “If they’ve touched it, we’ll know. If not, we hold them there.” Cassian nodded, signaling down the line. Silence thickened, the host moved. The night was no longer merely dark. It was ready for war.

Chapter Ten I lift my glass up and move it half an inch, pressing it down on the table so it leaves a water ring on the surface. I repeat the process, making a pattern with the condensation. “I never knew a glass of water could be so entertaining.” Eliza slides a cocktail in front of me and leans back, crossing her arms. Lucas is in the office at the bar tonight, and I’ve been sitting at a table in the back for the last half-hour reading. I just finished my book and am still reeling from the cliffhanger ending. The next book doesn’t come out for three months, dammit.

“Only that the ancient blood-compact demanded a face-to-face council. And that he refused to entrust his runes to a carrier bird.” His brow creased, a faint scent of burnt sugar rising from his skin—the subtle sign of his anxiety. “It must involve the human watchmen. Rowan Black has been pushing his iron-shod patrols closer to the sacred dens every full moon.” “That is my primary suspicion.” Behind us, our guard detail shifted into a staggered crescent formation, their boots soundless against the wet cobblestones while their nostrils flared to catch any stray scent of hostile alphas in the mist.

The night watch is not nobody sees...— It even seemed to me that he was disgusted with me... Did he really find out? At the review, it was noticeable that all the angels were very worried. — What happened?—I asked Siriana. —Did you see that the night watch was killed?— she asks me.— They are not just killed. They were eaten! — — What?— for some reason, I immediately thought of Dean. My upbringing is probably to blame... We are taught not to trust evil...