Voice Of The Night の小説・ストーリー

A voice that still haunted my dreams. My wolf’s voice. Fight.

I can’t see anything past the circle, and I’m not sure how to break out of this. “Callie,” a deep voice calls out from somewhere in the night. I jerk my head back, looking for whoever called my name. “Callie,” he repeats, and I squeeze my eyes shut. When I open them, I feel some of the dark magic loosen its hold on me. “Callie,” Lucas says again. His voice echoes in my head. I turn, and the world fades from view. All I can see is him. “We have a problem.” Blinking hard, I stare up at his handsome face. The night has its color again, and the ringing in my ears stops.

Over the comm system, a recognizable, hateful voice cut through the confusion: "Did you really think you could outsmart me... again?" Natalia. As the distant thud of arriving troops increased in volume, her derisive chuckle echoed. Damien said in a piercing, lethal voice, "We end this... now."

He managed to shoot two of them before his arm finally dropped. “John!” I screamed, crawling over to him. His eyes fluttered. “Go… Boss…” he whispered, then closed his eyes. His body went still. Grief and fury slammed into me. I grabbed his gun and dragged his body behind the car. Suddenly, a voice echoed through the smoke and chaos. “Mr. Denver… There’s no way out of this. You’re all alone now.” I stood, straining to locate the voice. “Show yourself!” I shouted, rage flooding me.

A sound of pure, unadulterated terror. "It was like a wolf's howl, but… different." Vicky said, her voice high with apprehension. "Like a scream." The chilling truth slammed into Jessica like a physical blow. It was the Night of the Blood Moon, the night Draven's curse awaken, the night he would become consumed by a primal fury, a night that transformed him into a savage beast.

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Damien's POV The call came in just after sunrise, cutting through the fragile peace of early morning like a blade. My phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand, the vibration rattling against the wood in a way that immediately set my nerves on edge. I groaned, my body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that comes from too many late nights spent poring over contracts and board proposals. Reaching for it blindly, squinting against the pale light filtering through the curtains, I saw the caller ID: "Head Butler – Knight Estate".

As their struggles weakened and their bodies went limp, he fed deeply, savoring the rush of blood—a grim reminder of his own impending doom. Hours later, Damien stood in the aftermath of his actions, the weight of his sins pressing heavily upon him. Yet, even as guilt gnawed at him, he knew that darkness was all he had left. He was a creature of the night, bound to his fate, and haunted by every choice he had ever made. "You shouldn't have been here," he growled, voice barely a whisper in the cold night air. "I'm sorry." He stared at the bodies before him, the regret momentarily overtaking him. "I am what I am," he murmured. "A creature of the night. And in the shadows, I’ll remain until the

And from the depths of the night, a voice slithered through the shadows. “Found you.”

Night informed as I raised my eyebrows due to shock. “ Why? Should he not be resting” I was surprised to hear my own voice which was kind of odd. Why do I sound a little different? “ ugh Great! I don’t hear my wife’s voice for a weak and when she finally spoke it was about my brother” Night said trying to sound angry but failed miserably. You could literally see the playful expressions under his fake anger ones. “ are you someone I should be thinking or talking about?” I asked and his jaw dropped.