Voice Of The Night の小説・ストーリー

The voice was stronger now, seeping into her mind like poison. They only respect you because of him. You’re nothing without Damian. “No,” she whispered. “No, that’s not true.” But the voice laughed—low, cruel, familiar. You’re still the broken slave girl. You always will be. --- That Night Ella stumbled into the hallway, clutching the wall for balance. Her power flickered, unstable, sparking wildly beneath her skin. She barely made it to the edge of the courtyard before collapsing to her knees. “I—something’s wrong,” she whispered to the night air. “Something’s inside me…”

It gave him a tether to the world he had abandoned. Static cleared, and Harvey’s familiar voice came through, cheerful as always. “Good evening, night owls. You’re tuned into City Pulse Radio, keeping you awake while the world sleeps. Tonight, we’ve got a special guest—someone with a message for… well, for someone out there listening. Take it away.” Rico froze when he heard the next voice. Deep and steady. “Kross here.” His blood ran cold, his hand hovered over the dial, ready to shut it off, but something—curiosity or dread—held him still.

My face furrows into a frown, whatever this is isn’t good. “What the fuck are you talking about Night?” “You have my fucking daughter you son of a bitch!”

It intones into my ears, “Come to me... Son, I won't hurt you,”. The voice of an old lady, feeble and faint, trembling with echoes and whispers, sends shivers down my spine as I perceive a strong smell of burning wire. She's here with me, I can hear her, but I can't see her because of the absolute darkness. “Who are you?” I ask. “I'm someone who has a message for you...” “What message?”

“My proof is in a testimony, though I’d love to go back and hear from you, Callie Martin, how everything went down that night.” I don’t need to ask her to specify which night to know she’s talking about the night a third-hierarchy demon tried to burn me alive. I press my hands against the wooden bench beneath me and take in a slow breath. We’ve all told the same lie, but right now as I’m sitting here in front of Ruth and the council, I feel like they can all see right through me. “How did you defeat that demon?” Ruth’s eyes narrow. “And how did the vampire come into play? Was it all part of your plan?”

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

And as if on cue they step out of the shadows… 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕… 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍! “Well, well, well… if it isn’t the thieving whore herself.”A loud voice drips through the dark, the shrill of her voice feels like something rehearsed as her tone is filled with snark and a mocking tone..

He stayed there for a while before going to the balcony to stare at the view of what the Eastwood Pack looked like at night. He removed his phone from his pants and dialed an unsaved number. “What the hell are you calling me in the middle of the freaking night for, Maverick?” the female voice on the other side snapped, and he chuckled. “Typical,” he muttered. “Typical? You’re not the only one with fucking advanced hearing, Lycan Ass Maverick. I can hear every damn sound you make at the damn pack through this phone.” “What are you up to right now?”

John whispered aloud, his voice scarcely audible in the profound stillness of the night, a question that had been gnawing at his thoughts ever since the voice had initially revealed itself. "I am a part of you," the voice replied, its words echoing through the labyrinth of his thoughts. "I can be your salvation, your escape from this nightmare, but you must grant me access and accept me completely. Let me in, John." The voice's plea held an undeniable earnestness, resonating with a subtle, irresistible pull, tugging at John's curiosity and fear in equal measure.

I finally succumbed to nature's hand after severe begging from Aren and Ana and Ana petting me to sleep. In the dead of night, a haunting voice pierced through the silence, calling out my name. My eyes shot open, my heart racing with a mix of fear and curiosity. Was it a dream or a sinister reality? The voice seemed to seep into my very core, pulling me towards something I couldn't quite comprehend.