Voice Of The Night นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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"

My voice was cold, laced with annoyance at her indecisive attitude. "You should know well that no man is going to pay you that damn amount for a night. What are you, Cleopatra?" my voice thick with sarcasm. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, the tremor in her voice evident. I watched as she sniffed back her tears. Taken aback at her sudden emotion, she didn't seem like she was faking it.

His smile widened, sending a chill down my spine. "You can't escape me, Friah," he whispered, his voice filled with malice. My heart pounded in my chest as I jolted awake, the remnants of my nightmare still clinging to my mind like a lingering fog. Sweat coated my brow as I struggled to catch my breath, the echo of Drenver's menacing words still ringing in my ears. "Friah, are you alright?" Vince's voice cut through the darkness, filled with concern as he reached out to gently shake my shoulder. "You were tossing and turning in your sleep."

“I don't know who you are, I don't know what you want, if you are looking for ransom I have got a lot. I have also got something else, and they are a very particular set of skills, skills that I have acquired over a very long career, skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my wife and sister go now, that will be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you, but if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.” “Good luck.” A voice with a weird accent said and the call ended. Axel remained on the spot as different thoughts ran through his head. He could still hear Lily’s screams in his head. Axel rushed into his closet and got d

a growl echoed out to me. The presence came closer, it was so close I could feel it's body heat. I felt lips touch my cheek, then it came closer to my ear and whispered, "Sangui el Sanquis krono esmerna fitabella Elizabetha Nightwalker." Then suddenly a hand touches my back and an intense pain courses through my veins. The presence growls deep, sounding so evil and souless. This pain was unbearable. My body was trying to get out of his grip, but every time I moved, it was too painful. He said it again, "Sangui el sanguis krono esmerna fitabella Elizabetha Nightwalker."

a voice in her head tried to assert her consciousness. Rina knows who it is, Lydia is trying to kick in her consciousness and take the lead. The woman refuses to let her being controlled by an unknown woman who only causes her misery. Her consciousness faded as soon as the voice in the darkness of her heart suffocated her. Scaring her from doing anything, her toxic suggestion drowned her. * * *

Damon -POV A sudden howling broke through the middle of the night, and I quickly rolled out of bed. I sniffed the air; it smelled rotten, like dead people brought back to life. I shuddered at the thought. The Night Angel pack signified death brought back to life in lycan scriptures. My phone rang just before I ran toward the border of my pack. It was Kayden calling. “What?” I snapped. “We're under attack.”