Novel & Cerita Where To Read Call Of The Night

Underneath, a folded card made from thick black cardstock threaded with gold, engraved by hand. Matteo pulled the card out and read aloud: “You are hereby summoned to the Twenty-Third Gathering of Nocturne, to be held on the Eve of the New Moon, beneath the Veil of the Forgotten City. The House of Rossi has been chosen to host this sacred affair. Presence is not a request. It is a command. Masks are mandatory. Truth is forbidden. Let blood and beauty reign.” I swallowed hard. “Sounds like a great party,” I muttered.

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

Zara’s POV The hallway outside the East Dorm was darker than usual. The sconces that usually flickered with enchantment light barely glowed. I rubbed my arms, nerves crackling under my skin. My shoes were too loud on the marble, echoing like warning bells. Midnight felt heavier tonight, like the walls themselves were listening. It started this morning. The Academy newsletter, The Howl & Fang, plastered across every screen in the cafeteria. Their “Midterm Romance Rankings” was supposed to be a joke. Until I saw the names.

She asked, obviously trying to shift the conversation. “Well I was searching for you. I got lost and I stumbled upon the mansion's library.” I replied. “It must have been stressful.” “It was, but luckily someone directed me to your room. I also found a book in the library.” “What book?” “Midnight Howls by Orin Darkhowl.” I replied. “Let me guess, you need me to get the book out of the library for you. So that you can read it each time you come to my room.”

I whispered to myself. Checking it, I saw it was an unknown number, At first, I was feeling skeptical about answering it but my inner thoughts kept pushing me to do so. However, I concurred with it, as I responded to the call. Immediately, I heard no sound coming from the other end of the car, and listening carefully, I began hearing heavy breaths. "Who the hell might this be?" I thought. Eventually, the cryptic caller, finally spoke, "If you want to know the real Dante Blaze, meet me at the old playground on Sixth Street tomorrow by ten pm and you have to come alone,"

Another lie. Callan found me in the locker room after everyone else had cleared out. He stood close, voice low. “Meeting’s at nine tonight. Old warehouse district, south side. They sent coordinates. I’ll be two blocks away in a rental car. You feel me through the link the whole time.” I zipped up my hoodie, fingers unsteady. “What if he tries to pull me deeper into it? What if he wants me to record you or something?” Callan’s hand landed on the back of my neck, warm and steady. “Then you play dumb. You’re the anxious rookie who just wants to survive. Let him think he’s still in control. And Brooks…”

I dropped the now empty cup; took my phone, searched for my boss’s number and made the call. “Sir, I know what you must have seen in the news, all of that was not meant to happen, one minute we were just conversing and…”, “Maddie breath”, he interrupted. “This is good, can’t you see this is good, take your time with the CEO’s son and when you’re done meet me in the office. Myself and the others are waiting for you in New York” he ended the call leaving me confused by his calm and jovial mood.

They probably are. I sat on my cot, if you could call a slab of moldy stone with a straw stuffed sack a "cot", knee bouncing, chewing the same piece of gum I've had since yesterday morning. Cinnamon. Faded as hell now, but it kept my jaw from locking up and stopped me from screaming. Well. Mostly. I reached into my jacket, fingers brushing the folded letter. The only good thing that's happened since my life went to shit. The Calling is upon you. You are summoned to Eidolon Academy. Your blood remembers. Your trials begin now.

Whatever he'd discovered had him more animated than I'd seen him in months. "After careful study of the attack patterns," Todd began, his finger tracing over one of his notes, "and cross-referencing with the Book of the Nightwalkers—you know, that ancient text we keep in the library—I found something amazing." "The Book of the Nightwalkers?" I frowned. I knew of it vaguely, but I'd never actually read it. Most people considered it more legend than fact, a collection of myths and superstitions from centuries past. And besides it was kept and locked away.

I hear myself say instead. The study glows with firelight, the scent of leather and old paper lingering in the air. It's a bit nostalgic, reminding me of my father's study back at home. Roman is at the desk, hunched over a massive tome, laptop glowing faintly beside it. His eyes flick up, catching me and Zeke together. “She had a nightmare,” Zeke says simply, already moving to pour drinks. Roman grunts and drops his gaze back to his work. Zeke hands me a glass of amber liquid. I down it in one gulp, warmth searing through me.