Winternight Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

"Then how do you know what she looks like?" Bailey smiled as she looked down and then back into my eyes, wrapping her arms around her knees. "That's right. I forgot that you haven't heard the stories." A crease formed between my eyes. "What stories?" She shrugged. "The stories of our people." She sighed as she looked out over the stones but saw a time long ago, a time far away. "Long ago, two children were walking in the forest. Night fell, and they became lost. A black wolf came, and the children shivered, sure that they were about to become a meal for the black wolf. But then a huge white wolf came and scared off the black wolf. When he was gone and the children were safe, the white wolf t

Golden doors that never opened from the inside. The stories came from Freya. Every night before bed, her mother would tell her about the world before King Valir. About streams that sang through ancient trees. About fairies who slept beneath mushrooms. About wolves that watched from a distance but never harmed the Ronas. About Ronas who grew flowers because they loved beauty—not because people paid fortunes to own it. Maya used to beg for the stories over and over again. She wanted details. What color were the houses? How tall were the trees?

“Invoco elemuntum aqua.” “Invoco elemuntum ignis.” Bright blue light fills the empty space in a large tree, and we both step through, emerging into the woods. The sounds of the night are loud around us, and I turn, making sure the door seals back up before daring to move away. I’m not chancing anything getting through. Not now, not ever again. “I’m going to go home, pour myself some wine, and read the rest of my book.” Kristy pulls the hood of her cloak up to keep the bugs away. “What are you going to do?”

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I screamed, and he gave it to me, fucking me until my body was nothing but sensation and sound. We didn’t stop. Not after once, not after twice. The night blurred into heat and sweat and endless moans, condoms piling on the bedside like trophies, and the bed creaking like crazy. When sleep finally claimed me, I thought: this is the best night of my life. I didn’t care that he was a stranger. Maybe it was better this way..no names, no shame, just pure release. …But the morning was cruel.

@RedBoxingGloves: "Nobody guessed. Her name is Midnight and she is none other than the long lost daughter of Lion Vosse. A half-wolf. I look forward to her return to #BM tomorrow." I stop myself from replying to those comments because I think I might get in trouble. Also, I'm not sure if Midnight is going to be happy with this new attention she's about to get. If I say anything and let it be known that we are friends, everything is going to get worse for her. I'm not the most loved person in the clan (or other clans) and it definitely wouldn't give her a very good reputation. I put my phone aside after being on it for almost half an hour and pick up my book, ready to sit down and read it.

Forever. End of book 36

Better that way. The first couple of days passed okay. We kept things light. He chopped wood out back while I made coffee and tried to read by the window. We talked about school, his construction job, Ryan’s annoying habits. Nothing deep. But the tension was there, humming under every conversation. On the third night, the snow really hit. Wind howled outside, and the power flickered before going out completely. Ethan lit some lanterns and added more logs to the fire. “Looks like we’re stuck for a while,” he said, handing me a mug of hot tea. Our fingers brushed, and I felt it like a spark.

The smell is usually comforting, but right now it’s making me feel sick. Tabatha sets a white candle on either side of the nightstand and ignites them with magic. She moves to the foot of the bed and holds out a quartz crystal wand. “Powers of North, South, East and West, I call on you with this request. Remove the evil in the space, and leave good fortune in its place.” As she speaks, a sharp pain starts in my wrist. When she holds up the crystal, my arm starts to tingle.