روايات وقصص ضمن The Ragged Edge Of Night

~NATHANIEL The wind carried whispers. Not just the rustling of trees or the distant howl of wolves patrolling the borders, but the kind of whisper that crawled into your bones—ancient, guttural, hungry. Something was coming. Something dark. I stood at the edge of the northern cliffs, the sharp drop beneath my boots lost in a sea of clouds. River Heart stretched behind me, its pack lands glowing faintly in the moonlight. But even the brightness of the full moon couldn’t chase away the looming dread that weighed down the air tonight.

A low growl started deep in his chest—a sound that vibrated through the metal bench and into my own bones. "Dust," Viggo rumbled. "Sulfur. And... fear. Old fear. Waiting fear." "Range?" "Close. The canyon ahead." I leaned forward to peer through the reinforced slit of the viewport. Outside, the world was a blur of red dust and grey rock. We were entering the Razor’s Edge. A narrow pass flanked by towering cliffs of unstable sandstone. It was the perfect kill zone. "Check weapons," Barzil ordered. The sound of charging gauntlets and safety catches clicking off filled the small space. Click-clack. I reached for the combat knife at my belt. My hand shook slightly.

Lena had never seen a Rosereed tree close up before, she had only seen them from far away that one time Kariya took her and Vale to show them where the nation ended when they were kids. “This is the edge of the world, but don’t go pass those trees.” He said pointing to the Rosereed trees. “Why not?” asked Lena. “Because beyond the edge of the world is death.” Kariya replied. Now here Lena stood at the edge of the world staring at the Rosereed trees that made up the Night nations boundary. The Rosereed trees were short brown trees with interlocking branches with glowing red flowers. Lena reached out and touched the trees and she was instantly knocked back by a barrier.

I ask for the second time. MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: Why does it matter to you, do you also want to kill me like you killed that old man? (She whispers into my ears and I tremble) I'm still lying in the darkness and I can feel her breath all over me. I feel like she's encircling my bed and whispering into my ear whenever she gets close to it. I can feel the continuous motion around me. I'm still, and I can't move my body.

Furniture were in really a bad shape as if someone faught a third world war before leaving this place. Her heart was pounding at a rate she thought was nearly impossible for any normal human. She craned her neck upward, afraid of encountering anything dangerous, after hearing someone laugh evilly. But what she saw there was enough to take her breath away. It was more dangerous than any danger in her life currently. There he was, her NIGHTMARE, smirking at her. As if mocking her. After all she entered his den without even him trying anything. And the next moment he threw a dagger in her direction and her breath hitched. She woke up gasping for air, again, like every other day now.

~ RIG ~ It was the small hours of the morning, the darkest moments before dawn began to creep up around the mountains. We’d eaten, talked, I’d held her when she got scared, and laughed with her about the funny side of her naked, midnight jaunt. But she was exhausted.

The next morning, Mia opened her eyes weakly, she stared around the room and found it strange. She sat upright on the bed as she rubbed her eyes with her pouted lips. "Where am I?". She wondered and then last night's memory flashed in her head, she gasped quickly and looked below if her dress was intact, yes, but she was in someone else white polo but still on her trousers." Oh my, what happened?". She felt the fragrance of the shirt familiar with that of Ryan, She stood up quickly and rushed to the door, she was about to open the door, same went with Ryan, the door hit her forehead, and she groaned in pain and Pushed back.

this time, real tears streamed down my face in rivulets as I faltered, moving back till I hit the bed. It stalked me, taking fast strides towards me until I stumbled and my back hit the bed. It prowled, pouncing on me I shrieked when its claws wrapped around my throat, squeezing, watching me wheeze when the lights nearly left my eyes. Sniffing, it inhaled my scent, licking the spot at my neck, biting and nipping at my flesh. I yelled, kicked, and bucked in an attempt to break free as I struggled to breathe.

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

Pushing at the edges of my mind like a caged storm. Last night was the breaking point. I’d woken up in the middle of the night — you know, the witching hour, the one where shadows look like hands. My curtains had been drawn tight when I went to sleep. When I woke up, they were open. Wide open. The moonlight hit my bed like a spotlight. And on the nightstand? A single dried rose petal. Nope. Absolutely not.