Voice Of The Night の小説・ストーリー

Immediately I got outside my room and walked out to the outside, I noticed that I didn't see anyone and it started getting clear to me, that I was the only one who heard the heavy noise. As I was about making my way back inside the room, I head a loud voice in my head and I was very sure of what I head. "I am back and this time around, I will take everything that belongs to the Night Walker pack and leave them with memories of how they got destroyed!" A very husky and horrific voice said to me from the dark and I was sure that didn't sound like the voice of any normal person. 'This must be the voice of the Silent beast!' I thought to myself, as my feet and hands were shaking and I was consum

Looks like tonight is a new moon night. Closing my eyes, I lifted my face a bit high letting the soft breeze pass touching my face. It feels so soothing. I winched out of my world of peace as I heard a human voice behind me. "Non riesci a dormire? ( Can't sleep? )," A heavy voice spoke. I instantly turned my head to the direction only to see Orion there. My heart skipped a beat seeing the look on his face... The tattoos on her face have become even more terrifying in the dim light all around. As if he had just crawled out of the fire of hell.

Only then did they react when the humans realized what was about to happe The Night Children turned to their birthright form as soon as the constant signal. From all types of animals, large and small, aggressive and non-venomous. Witnessing these alterations, people didn't take long to realize what they were being mingled with. Screams echoed down the corridor, and they could be heard from the Hall of Sacred Bones. The Night Children, on the other hand, relished it and were overjoyed when they began to hear petitions to whatever gods these people believed to be delivered. But on that dreadful night, when devils were allowed to be demons, all hell broke loos

“Those.” Lauren stopped walking then. She heard Phil Collins’s “In the Air Tonight” blasting over the speaker at the top of the Himalaya ride, drowning out the screams of the riders. The scent of cotton candy filled her nose, sickly sweet. Her body felt stiff, clutched with some unidentifiable emotion. She crouched down to look David in the eye. “David. Are you telling me that Dad is . . . is . . .” She couldn’t get the words out. The inside of her lungs felt like they were frozen over. A ghost? A ghost walking around next to David, talking to him?

It was hypnotising. The Parliament member looked around for the source of the voice. “Who are you?” He croaked and I smiled, glad for the camouflage. “I am the Night Walker. You will answer every question I ask truthfully and spare no details.” He struggled against his restraints a little but I quickly set the second condition before he could come out of the trance. “You will obey everything I say from this moment forth. You will cease struggling.” Immediately the struggling stopped and the glazed look returned. “When you hear the word ‘crimson’ you will feel agonising pain from your head to your toes until you hear the word ‘emerald’.”

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

I remembered a night when a drunken Tony decleared to never sleep around because he got heart broken. "What? Tony would rather dance nude in front of the white house than spend a night alone." "Could you guys chat without disturbing people? You're blocking the entrance," a voice I knew, and dreaded, said. I turned to face the queen of my nightmares. "Hello, Sofia. You look lovely." "And you look as plain as always, Alexia Dog," she sneered and her two minions laughed along with her. "It's Dawson," I corrected silently as I watched her walk away.

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.

BANG! Tamahome and Ramon fired a series of gunshots that suddenly headed in their direction. Tamahome quickly pulled Ramon down. Both of their faces almost sank to the floor. They quickly crawled behind the big buckets for cover and to have a chance to find out who the bullets came from. "Shit! Where did it come from?" Ythan murmured as he checked the area with his professional long range night vision binoculars. It was very dark around because of the sudden power outage that happened.

" We notch our bows and wait for the morrow Cold is the night and nary a tear for on the morn we head into shadow There is no room for our fear His eyes are cruel, his evil is endless Black is soul and ne'ver he'll rest till all the world lies covered in darkness and none who'd fight him are left. Zhanere Zelezial"